A little later, the two panting sisters, who had been circling around him as if he were a pillar, were finally stopped by Allen, who was starting to feel a little carsick.
"Enough. If you keep spinning, never mind Hermione and Penelope—even I'm starting to feel morning sickness..." Allen pressed a hand to his stomach, his pale face turning even paler.
"Daisy, if you don't believe my methods, I'll show you." Emily had been chased until she was seeing stars. Having only just entered adolescence, she seemed to have developed a bit of a rebellious streak and continued provoking her sister. "Allen, play along with me."
"Didn't I come to my senses halfway through? I wasn't the only Witch fooled by that swindler's tricks back then—even Molly from the Order of the Phoenix was tricked!" Daisy, giving up on catching Emily, collapsed onto the sofa. "That swindler was practically on Allen's level... Emily, use Allen for practice and show me. I still don't believe it..."
By then, Emily had caught her breath and coughed twice more. She tucked in her delicate little chin, pouted her lips, and made her eyes glisten as if she were about to cry, looking utterly pitiful. Emily lifted the Sugar Quill lollipop that had already lost any resemblance to a feather quill during the chase, her tone turning aggrieved and soft as she said in a tiny voice, "Brother, if you buy this for me, your girlfriend Penelope won't get angry if she finds out, right?"
"Hey! When have I ever tricked a Witch? I've never flashed some eight-tooth smile at my fans!" Allen, caught in the crossfire, protested to Daisy, then looked at Emily as she began her performance and got goosebumps from the cheesiness. "And Emily! I'm not going to play alon—mmph... cough!"