And that was it. The true test of one's ability to cast the Imperius Curse. To force a person to harm themselves or another.
Megan fell to the floor on her knees in front of Ernie - still trapped in his chicken like state. It was one thing to squeal like a pig, it was another thing to physically rip hair out of a person's head.
She could not move, she could not even raise her eyes from the floor. And yet, this resistance was not easy. Every muscle in her body ached, every drop of blood on fire.
It would feel so good to give in, like inhaling after holding your breath. But Megan stayed, kneeling and shivering.