Of the three balloons, two went wild, but one exploded against Verity's upraised elbow, half-splashing her face again. Verity wasn't too concerned, though, considering how completely soaking wet she had already become. Verity was going to have a long, squishy walk back to her dorm to change.
She watched the running Sally and started plotting what she could do in retaliation. Not that it had worked out so well last time...
That was when she remembered her stuff. With a sinking feeling in her gut, Verity turned back to her dropped supplies. The quill would dry, and the loss of a little parchment wasn't too bad, but... "Aw, heck," Verity whispered as she walked over to pick up the wet journal.