[Correction:] I never fumble my spells. What - [Is it the wand? No, it's the bad Latin coming out of her mouth, as if some unnatural force is twisting and tugging her tongue to misshape the words.

She would shake her wand angrily if not aware that Five is dropping hints.

Her eyebrows shoot up.] This has happened before - wait, Five, did you travel backwards?

[The dotted line is becoming more well defined now, her expression turning to dread
] What's going to happen to me? What did you avoid?