Salazar grinned a touch. Helga was dripping. "You may wish to close your eyes," he warned, and gave her adequate time to do so before he murmured the incantation and fluidly maneuvered his wand to cast the drying spell. A gust of wind warmer and dryer than the deserts of the Far East swept the rain away from the little girl's clothing.
"Better?" he asked, lowering his wand. "Or do you need another?"