Pouch's magic freezes the vines wrapped around Lionel's waist, but does nothing to cool his face. Hot and red with foolishness, and then anger in turn. Lionel stands as Viola pulls him away, but he does little else. His wand dangles harmlessly by his side. The shock -- of being so wrong, of being attacked -- has rendered him useless. This is what he gets for becoming emotionally invested in something.