Taff's wand stayed outstretched as he glared at Ioan. It was a stand-off he felt, but he was on the disadvantage. His legs were still quivering as the spell rippled through him. But the jelly-legs jinx didn't last for long, and then he'd be up...
"Oh, that a promise Cadwallader?" He sneered, "And there was me thinking you liked getting attention, what with your guitar and your sad little songs. I thought you'd like it out in the open! As for the shower, well I don't think I'm the only one who thinks you needed one... You should probably work on your hygiene eh?"