Staying warm by the fire

The little girl was quick to Wally's rescue. Wally had turned, bending over to quickly rifle through her bag for her wand in an attempt to free herself, but the little girl she had been terrorizing just moments before had been quicker, stepping forward to pop the bubble that had so quickly and so inexplicably formed over and trapped her head.

Suddenly free, Wally reeled a moment, before sitting down, feeling a little dizzy after the distorted vision the bubble had granted her, as well as the quick flurry of action she had found herself driven into as she had endeavored to free herself. She slowly straightened out the world as she heard the little first year express a need for a drink.

Absentmindedly, Wally reached her hand into her bag, withdrawing a flask. In it, she usually kept water, but, what she had forgotten, was that there was another flask in her drink that had been spiked with Spice, for her own means of spreading the drug. It was this spiked flask that Wally handed the little girl, as tried to right herself.