Al had just enough time to flinch, but not enough time to get out of the way of the spell entirely. He stiffened... and then he was floating. His mind, it wasn't his own. He struggled, inside, but his legs did as they were told and began carrying him toward the dark haired witch.
No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to... mustn't... she'll hurt me... Then he was in front of her, and he finally stopped moving. He simply stared at her, allowing her to see him up close. His green eyes - just like his father's - stared at her with a slightly dull gleam to them from the spell that she'd cast.