The spell hit her wand hand, which still held fast to her wand, but turned extremely sluggish and cumbersome. Had she only had to rely on her wand, she would have been in great trouble.
She lifted her left hand, palm out, and called out an Incarcerous to bind her attacker.
Behind her, beyond her sight, Penelope Clearwater's body breathed its last breath. The girl's right arm had been twisted face-up in the fall, and upon it could be seen her dark spot... which swiftly turned into a blackish smoke that wisped over the fresh corpse and into the open box. Once it was safely inside, the box shut itself with a click and waited for its owner.