Though she fought valiantly to maintain a straight face, the corners of Elena's mouth twitched and she snorted with laughter, looking between her horrified best friend and her spluttering cousin.
Esteban stood in the doorway, gasping as water dripped from his hair, his eyes and his nose.
Mateo had been demonstrating a spell he'd just learned for conjuring great orbs of water when Esteban strode into the room, startling Mateo who lost his concentration and the spell came crashing down around the chancellor, leaving him drenched from head to toe.
Elena couldn't decide which was more amusing–– Mateo's horror or her cousin looking like a drowned jaquin.
"Esteban, I––" Mateo began, but Esteban held up a hand, "No."
"But, I can––"
"Shht!"
"I'm so sorry, let me hel–– "
"Just stop––"
Elena jumped in, placing a soothing hand on Esteban's wet sleeve, "Aww cousin, it's just a little water, it'll dry up–– don't let this dampen your spirits!"
Esteban groaned at the terrible pun while Mateo looked like he would have chuckled had he not been in such a panic.
"I came as a courtesy to tell you that abuela has fresh pan dulce in the kitchen, though I find myself regretting that decision now." He leveled a glare at the two teenagers, saying, "We shall never speak of this again."
And he turned in his heel, sweeping dramatically from the room. Elena and Mateo exchanged a look and burst into fits of laughter.
"Should I go after him and explain that I have a drying spell?"
"Nah, he probably won't listen anyways, he's too much of a wet blanket."
Mateo laughed. "Do you have a pun for everything?"
"Only those things that amuse me."
"So, everything then."
"Yeah. Pretty much."