Susan had no time to be smug about the fact that this pretty boy (he surely wasn't more than a child) was cringing back in pain, his chest no doubt covered in painful boils.
She didn't have time to duck out of the way of the spell that came her way, but a moment later she was flying through the air, doing backflips. She cried out, but landed flat on her back. She was winded, but the long grass had broken her fall.