I know. Thanks. [He says softly, then immediately turns his attention to the task at hand. He can feel the Sylph's magic, but it's been lurking around the park long enough it feels like the faerie is everywhere.] It should, if I'm putting enough power into it, and I will. But we've got to get the Sylph in there before--

[There's a gust, not slamming directly into Harry like the last one, but close by. He can feel the shift in the wind, the way it shifts direction and pushes against the natural breeze.

Harry reaffirms his grip on his staff and shields his eyes with his other hand, trying to squint into the sky.] Incoming.