Okay. First of all, WHAT was wrong with people who couldn't sit still? Ariadne was NEVER still. Not for long, at least. She was twelve years old, and people her age just didn't lounge around in recliners all day long. PARTY POOPERS. Second of all, EWWW to the sticky, green ectoplasm. If she ever DID encounter it, she couldn't say that she would be anxious to clean it up. She kind of thought she'd just step over it and go in the opposite direction.

AHEM.

She'd learn the charm, though! She'd learn it, AND if she ever saw the sticky, green ectoplasm, who knows? She might even clean it up!


So...Skurge? That was it? ... It sounded funny without all the Latin parts! "Skurge!" she said out loud. "Skurge!" She flicked her wand out her holster and waved it around in the same, three-leaf-clover formation the professor had. Then separately, she said, "Skurge!" Okay. That was SO super easy! Ariadne thought she could handle this, for sure.