Hope had come in and sat down quietly on one of the benches, trying to project an air of mystery and coolness. But she couldn't help getting involved in the class once the discussion started.
"You could use Locomotor Mortis to slow them down. Or that other one...Locomotor W--- something that begins with "w"..." Hope searched her mind, trying to think of the word; it was a funny-sounding one...oh, yes! "Locomotor Wibbly! They can't chase you if their legs are stuck together, or weakened." |