I have fabulous aim. [She outstretches her right arm like she's got her wand in it (she knows to not pick it up when she's like this), one eye closed like she's aiming.] Zap. Right through windows, down into a crowd. Didn't stand a chance.
[And they've arrived at a memory of the final battle. She realises it and frowns, then drops her arm and goes for his glass since he didn't refill hers.]
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[Very seriously,]
I have fabulous aim. [She outstretches her right arm like she's got her wand in it (she knows to not pick it up when she's like this), one eye closed like she's aiming.] Zap. Right through windows, down into a crowd. Didn't stand a chance.
[And they've arrived at a memory of the final battle. She realises it and frowns, then drops her arm and goes for his glass since he didn't refill hers.]
Borrowing this.