Delilah's triumphs (if you could even call them that) were very, very short lived. In the chaos of Mamie's first spell, a group of dummies came running their way in an attempt to get to safety. Delilah was no match for them, and in their haste, she was knocked right off her feet and onto her bottom. Ow. Then to add insult to injury, just as soon as she'd cast her spell successfully, the exact same thing happened a second time. This time, though, Delilah landed on her back instead of her bottom. She didn't even bother looking toward the headmaster. He was just loving this, wasn't he?

In a weird change of events, they were suddenly back in the dueling arena. Delilah found herself relieved to be away from the muggles and all the screaming and running. She had a feeling that the sound of people screaming in fear and agony would be on her mind for many years to come. She followed the professor, cringing at the thought of whatever else was coming up.

She paused just inside the entrance to the Muggle Technology Lounge. She didn't even think she'd be using this room much, but just the thought of destroying it didn't sit well with her. She hesitated again as she watched her classmates destroy one thing after another. Why wasn't anybody protesting this?! Nevermind. She knew. It was for the same exact reason that she would be joining in soon. She slowly walked over to a nearby machine, and with a look of sadness in her eyes, she raised her wand toward it. "Bombarda!" she said, moving her wand in a triangular motion.