“Wait!” Simon shouts. Just as Pippa says, “Test the waters!” I open my eyes when the stream hits my chest. Pippa is staring down at my wand. Simon is holding her wrist. “I—” he says, letting go of her. “Sorry, Philippa. Pippa. I just . . .” “Good on you, Pippa,” Salisbury says. He seems sincerely happy for her, despite everything.
