Charlie's wand tracked after Trimble's, neatly following each blast of Trimble's with one of his own. The fact that the last one started moving between the time when Trimble blasted it and when Charlie cast his spell didn't seem to make any difference to Charlie's accuracy.
A wave of Charlie's wand set two more targets moving in a similarly erratic (lack of) pattern, floating nearer, further, up and down, side to side.
"I didn't see how big it was. Our people did as well as could be expected under the circumstances. We're underfunded and understaffed and expected to do more with less every year. Christ, Quent, I don't offer it as an excuse, but that first night it was just me and Dudley--and he deserves a raise for doing as well as he did--and we should have had more people out there. I must admit it didn't occur to me Mysteries'd have the stones to raid us. I forgot we were at war with them." Sarcasm hung thick in the air.
He gestured to the older man, as if to say your turn.