 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The fact that she didn't have to tell him what to do, once again, is what made Regina approve of Roderik so much. She was glad to not be alone in trying to fix the chaos. It certainly would make breaking through the curse and easing the pain that was silently sprawled on Junia, Jumiper, and Paul's faces easier.
Soon their wand movements matched up. If anyone had come in to see the sight, it could have been argued that they were doing some type of synchronized wand show. She continued to wave her wand, reciting the mental chant, pushing away her wish of having her rune stones on her person, and try her best to block out the sobbing. She could and did fully empathise with them, and seeing the state of Abey was going to bring her to tears later. However, Regina wasn't one to bark orders simply because she was in charge. Lives were at stake.
Why wasn't Kalen pulling these kids away? He had one job...
It was at this point the headmistress quickly flicked her wand toward anyone who was still within five feet of her. The effects of the spell would blow a gust of wind against them, begging (perhaps even forcing) them away from their current spot on the stage. A brief apologetic look was casted their way; they had been told. With another wave, she encased herself, Roderik, the fallen three, and the cursed objects in an impenetrable bubble that cancelled out any exterior sound.
Silence.
Her focus, now that she could fully concentrate, went back to the complex counter-curse and waving her wand over the victims. Right now she was praying for their mouths to close, eyes to blink, and bodies to not be so stiff. Anything that showed their efforts were working.
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