Built like a young Meaghan McCormack, the boggart was quite agile enough to jump away from something thrown from an off hand - but it was a distraction to have things thrown at it. Unfortunately, Corrie was afraid Lorcan would be just as distracting to her, and wished she could tell him to just keep back and out of the way, and out of the potential pathway of any furniture. But the boggart chose that moment to speak up again, changing and cementing her decision.
"What're you doin' acceptin' help from that," it said with a sneer. "Are you a bloody McCormack or ain't you, McCormacks don't need any damn help like little babies - we're strong, we handle things all on our damn own 'n' never wuss out o' anythin'."
Corrie winced, but pulled herself up and flicked her light to the ceiling to free up her wand. The boggart might be able to read her mind, but it wasn't clever enough to know the primary character trait of any McCormack: contrariness. "Then you're all bloody morons," she muttered under her breath, and then shot to Lorcan, "No magic, but keep throwing things!"
Without waiting for a response, she leveled her wand at the boggart and said, "Riddikulus!" The boggart cringed away at the incantation, but nothing came - nothing except Corrie's wand arm wiggling wildly away in the air like it had been hit with a Tarantallegra.
Swearing, she tried again, unsuccessfully, to stun the boggart just to give herself more time to think. Her wand got warm again, but she ignored that. It wasn't important right now. That banishing failure wasn't much surprise, since she hadn't even decided what to do to the thing. How did you make Meaghan McCormack look silly? Usually there wasn't much point, she kind of did it on her own. But it wasn't the kind of funny you could laugh at if you were her daughter.
Then Corrie remembered something her mum used to say, something flippant about why she'd never gotten married. She paused, throwing another unsuccessful Stupefy - it made a loud noise burst from her wand, and that was all, the boggart was more distracted by Lorcan's continuing to throw things than anything else - would that really work? She wasn't sure she could ever find that funny, but she didn't have any better ideas, and if they kept this up they'd exhaust themselves, or hurt Min even more. She felt awful enough about the dresser.
Right, then. Might as well give it a try, if it was all she had...
Corrie concentrated, forming the image she wanted in her head, and repeated, "Riddikulus!"
She gasped and nearly dropped her wand in shock. It was hot again, hot, practically burning her hand - and the spell hadn't even worked! Well, just try it again then, she thought, wincing... "Riddikulus!"
Suddenly the boggart was wearing a white dress, the frilliest, most sparkly one imaginable - and Corrie had a good imagination, especially with the wedding research she'd already started doing when she became Shay's Maid of Honor. The skirt was wide and huge, with layers and layers of ruffles that piled up until the boggart was practically a sphere, and every spare inch of the bodice was covered in beadwork or lace or sequins. Lacy white gloves to her elbows, clean and pristine. Huge, fluffy, frilly sleeves like giant cotton balls. And on her head, above a surprised expression, a tiara so big and pointy it could put your eye out. Both your eyes. At once. More, if you were an acromantula.
Corrie hadn't thought it possible, but after a moment of shock, she snorted. The snort turned to giggling and then outright laughter, which soon took on a hysterical edge - she was right! Her mum was right again - she really did look idiotic in a wedding dress!