Ophelia flinched slightly and startled back from the flailing arm. "Real enough to hex if you hit me?" Because at this point she needed to prove it, she guessed. "Potion?" She tapped her shoulder bag, knowing that was a sure enough indication that she was Ophelia. Very few others randomly carried potions around with them on a normal basis. She carefully tucked her wand back into the arm holster she had made herself, under her robes.
"Boggart. Hate boggarts." Because they were terrible creatures to encounter, really.