At which point Jenny has to take a moment to deal with how bizarre her life has become, but it's a very short moment. She has practice.
(Miss Trunchbull, when Matilda looks up at her again, seems surprised.
That doesn't last long.
But apparently she is not a great strategist, because her response to the obvious ineffectiveness of fireballs is to throw a much bigger fireball.
Matilda looks at it in brief, intense panic and thinks: freeze—
And a rough sphere of ice wreathed in frosted flames crashes against the floor. She jumps out of the way, observes that she is now flying, and zips higher to hover near the ceiling. Miss Trunchbull roars with frustration.)
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At which point Jenny has to take a moment to deal with how bizarre her life has become, but it's a very short moment. She has practice.
(Miss Trunchbull, when Matilda looks up at her again, seems surprised.
That doesn't last long.
But apparently she is not a great strategist, because her response to the obvious ineffectiveness of fireballs is to throw a much bigger fireball.
Matilda looks at it in brief, intense panic and thinks: freeze—
And a rough sphere of ice wreathed in frosted flames crashes against the floor. She jumps out of the way, observes that she is now flying, and zips higher to hover near the ceiling. Miss Trunchbull roars with frustration.)
Jenny flinches.