"Yes, I—I did notice that," she says, somewhat distantly, and then shakes her head and focuses on him. "All right. Let's get out of here."
(Matilda steps out of her hiding place.
"You," says Miss Trunchbull.
"Me," she agrees. She's nothing like steady, but she's still capable of lifting Miss Trunchbull off the ground.
The red glow flares; off-balance without a floor to brace on, the Trunchbull nevertheless rears back and throws a crimson fireball with pinpoint accuracy at Matilda's head. Matilda ducks, dropping Miss Trunchbull in the process; she lands and throws another one.)
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(Matilda steps out of her hiding place.
"You," says Miss Trunchbull.
"Me," she agrees. She's nothing like steady, but she's still capable of lifting Miss Trunchbull off the ground.
The red glow flares; off-balance without a floor to brace on, the Trunchbull nevertheless rears back and throws a crimson fireball with pinpoint accuracy at Matilda's head. Matilda ducks, dropping Miss Trunchbull in the process; she lands and throws another one.)