[TTD]Best of intentions {Harvey}

“Locomotor Wibbly” had not been what Casey had meant to say. She’d meant to cast a spell in Harvey’s direction, but it had (believe it or not) not been a Jelly leg jinx, and she’d actually been attempting to be nice by casting a cleaning spell on his clothes, after he’d had a whole tray of food accidentally dumped on him when a waiter had tripped. She was a competent witch, and she knew it, but it didn’t feel like it at the moment. Casey was used to her brain forgetting certain words momentarily in English in favor of Irish ones, but not used her brain wholly substituting completely different phrases or spells.

The blonde gaped at Harvey, modification plain on her face as she swore loudly in English as her brain decided it could remember those words rather than the important ones. Quickly, she cast the correct cleaning spell, at least solving that part of the problem but then blinked at him as her brain still refused to produce anything remotely helpful in relation to the jinx she’d just cast “Erm, I don’t suppose you’d believe me if I told you that wasn’t on purpose?” she asked, grimacing.

She knew she’d have to launch into the long winded and absolutely bollocks sounding explanation that involved her brain substituting phrases and then the fact that she couldn’t remember the proper phrase to end the jinx in Latin. Casey wasn’t sure if she’d forgotten the instructions to begin with or if her brain was just decidedly refusing to recall anything in English suddenly, but either way there was no way she was going to live this one down, and she knew it already.

@Harvey Landsdowne

"Jesus Christ!"

Harvey had hit the deck like a sack of spuds. His legs had folded beneath him, causing him to end up nearly face down on the floor as his knees buckled and he'd just about avoided smacking his head on the floor. More than anything , the spell (more like a curse) had caught him completely unaware and  he was having a nice time up until that point and the action really had put that cat amongst the pixies. And it was a bit embarrassing. Harvey had a headache brewing that felt as though there were a bunch of galloping gargoyles in his skull.

"You're right. I bloody well don't," he snapped at Casey with wide eyes as he struggled to push himself upright. Jelly legs indeed. He squinted at her before he laughed, eyes wide as he slicked his hair back. She'd cast the wrong spell. Or rather, she'd misremembered how to cast it. Either way, it felt utterly beastly.

"Hold your hippogriffs," he told Casey. "What were you trying to do?" He asked her as he frowned, his eyebrows arched. He adored her but he was just really confused, like a gnome once they'd been evicted from a garden after being flung over the fence or a kneazle after it had been combed by the owner -  a bit weirded out. The erumpent in the room was that the stains on his shirt were still there but the waiter that had caused them had since vanished.

"Come here," he asked her as he held out his hand for him to stand up because he couldn't quite manage on his own. Like a niffler in Gringotts, Harvey thought he'd hit the jackpot after getting a dinner date with Casey but he just snorted with laughter. "Next time, we're staying in," he grinned.