Remiel squared up, glaring at Aiden, tossing his ostentatious cloak back with a flourish. He lifted his wand, made out of jerkwood and a fop hair core, and raised his off-hand at a jaunty angle. As a pose, it was particularly impressive. Remiel was nothing if not a showman, and he decided to give his fans a show.
"Ready?" he challenged Aiden. "En garde!" He stepped forward. "EXPELLISMARMUS!" A flash of brilliant blue light leapt from the wand. Unfortunately, it bounced off of Aiden's belt buckle, rebounded and hit him right smack in the face. He had barely time to register a shocked expression before he was sent reeling, tumbling head over heels, to crumple in a sad heap.
He picked himself up, coughing in the billowing, brightly-colored smoke that had resulted from his misfired spell. It seemed to be spreading, wafting throughout the building.
"I meant to do that," he coughed, adding, "In what have I sat?"
Something quacked angrily underneath him. It was Mr. Waddles the duck, Kythia's familiar. As Remiel leapt up in alarm, the duck, outraged at being sat upon, bit the wizard in the derriťre.
"Ouch! My rear!" he shouted, then looked confused. "What is going on here?
Forced to rhyme? How curious. In time, I'll be furious!
'Tis a most wicked curse makes me now speak in verse!
Who's behind this? Who indeed? Who's behind this foul deed?
'Tis the Dark Lord! It must be! What a catastrophe!
But who hides in clever guise in front of trusting eyes?
Is it Chelemar? Is she at fault? Is she behind the assault?
No, 'twas not her! I cannot speak for sure,
but she seems in this sport like the trustworthy sort.
And just as a Jinx spell contains Witch's Wort,
I can vouch for her. By my aunt Greta,
I still suspect Josietta.