She'd been hoping for more than a five second warning. Twenty-four hours maybe. Time to go home and prepare herself so that she didn't make herself look a complete fool in front of Antonin as he cast the spell on her.
Dora had the immediate feeling that what she'd cast on him had not been nearly as bad as this. And if it had been, then she could only wonder how it would feel with him at full strength. She didn't want to know.
Any bit of agility training that had begun to stick with her was quickly lost as she fell to the floor in pain. She could only think that she must have looked quite silly like this, curled up into a ball practically at his feet and writhing as it felt as if red hot blades were being jabbed repeatedly into her skin.
She wondered if this was the way he'd been expecting her to act, or whether she was severely disappointing him. Either way, she wanted it to stop and she knew good and well that she had no desire to ever experience this from her aunt or uncle.
At first, attempts to speak only came out in small mummers, but eventually she was able to bite out. "Stop." But almost immediately as she'd spoken she needed to stop and grab herself again. It hurt too much.
She was going to be sore in the morning, that was for sure.