"Yeah," he groans. It's not the worst spill he's ever taken, there wasn't even a broom involved, but it'll leave bruises. That's all forgotten when he looks up to see absolute queen Jupiter Quigley. He gets to his knees, taking her hand to pull himself up. He's overcome with butterflies in his stomach.

Or maybe that's less the butterflies and more the strange mixing of several different potion-laced cupcakes. Suddenly, Wyatt doubles over and throws up all over his queen's shoes, a smooth rainbow of half digested cake and icing.