Right then, time to give this charm a go. She would have cast it just then if not for Mr. Custard apparently working up an appetite with all that bouncing. No. No, that was not what this was for. But the furball seemed to think otherwise, because its/his/her/whatever long, thin tongue kept nearing her face. And Alice kept smacking it away. Far away.

"Cut it out, little guy." Oi. Stoppit.

Maybe THIS was why she needed that spell.

Uh huh. He deserved it now. "Animalis Fidelis!" Flicking her wand at the puffskein just as Professor Fuller had done to Thompson, she spoke the incantation clearly. Her mind and her voice, as well as her spell, were all full of the intention of desiring to control the creature. Merlin. Anything to get his weird looking slobbery bits at a distance from her nose.