Are either of you as nimble as Jack with his candlesticks? Your reflexes are surely being tested as the mysterious pull intensifies, sending more and more phials to fly across the room and cauldrons to go tumbling across the floor like pewter, copper and brass tumbleweeds. A phial or two of an undiluted yellowish-green liquid that smells strongly of petrol crash into and shattered against the woman Unspeakable while the Unspeakable asking about fudge gets a squirt - or several squirts - in the face with Amortentia as the fountain subcomes more to the influence of this pull. Not even you, Unspeakables, are immune to its tug and will find yourselves being dragged towards the southern wall.