"Because its following behind us with intent to eat?" Fanny rejoined. Maybe not at that precise moment, but all it would take was one sour note, or a hiccup of magic, and it would be after them again. Freddy might have been okay with being eaten by a giant lizard, but Fanny was not. Not at all her ideal was of going out. She had plans for that. Old age as a rich inventor, or with a dramatic bang so no one ever forgot her name or contributions.
Of which she hoped there would be many.
Fanny scowled up at him. "I don't know, dad, maybe because there was a giant, slimy, lizard chasing me!" She'd panicked! The music box going out had never been part of any plan. Fanny would have to take it apart later and figure out why it had failed when she'd needed it most. All the test runs had gone smooth as butter. The thought made her stomach rumble. Buttered scones would have been perfect just then. A some very hot, strong tea.
Maybe a spot of chocolate frog too.
"That's fine, so long as I'm not partnered with Angus. All he does is belch. Disgusting." Fanny was panting. Thighs burning more intensely now that she had to drag her feet out of the mud. This required reaching down to hold tight to her boot top while she yanked her foot free of the muck without losing it.She was lagging behind, Freddy obliviously soldiering on, though the path he cut helped somewhat.
The music box twanged.
"Mince." She groaned behind Freddy's damn. Giving up, Fanny let the mud have her boots and stumbled behind Frederick as fast she could, which wasn't terribly fast. Her legs were half his length, and one of them was being beaten by her music box. Floundering, Fanny let it go, pulling her wand out and setting the noisy thing to float behind her. A few zaps attempting to get it working again.
"Oi!" Fann squealed, her wand jerking to send the music box into the serpent's face as it snapped at her. With a whine, screech, clank and sploing, the bucket came apart against the beast's cheek. So much for putting it to rights later.