The wonderful thing? Beverly almost laughed, and not because it was funny. But because it was all stupid and not even magic worked with this weather. Did that mean the weather was magical as well?

Perhaps wizard-made?

Hmmmm?

No. That would be a terrible thing. That'd mean they were being targeted and they've been sitting ducks all along. Beverly Juniper Wayne was NO sitting duck. She was the predator, thank you very much!

Insulation Charm. Now THAT was something she was interested in, and once she learned it and ran to her dorm room she'd CAST it all around her walls and take a nice, warm nap. What a beautiful plan, it was.

First, she had to get this charm down. Clearing her scratchy throat, she pronounced carefully: "Cae-lum...Sae-pio." Her throat hurt. "Caeluuuuum...Saepiiiiioooo." This wasn't helping. "Caelummmmm...Saepiooooo." Stop complaining, Wayne.

"Caelum Saepio." There. Itchy and scratchy throat, but there.