The Jelly-Leg Jinx hit it's mark, stopping the werewolf in her tracks. Morela had counted on Rita fighting back, she had actually been looking forward to it, but perhaps it was the naive side of Morela that had not expected for Rita to pull such an underhanded move as hitting her with a spell. To think, there could have been muggles about!

Morela's knees locked for a moment, the force behind her steps propelling her forward a few more stumbling steps, and soon Morela could feel her legs becoming quickly more useless. She tried to swing her arms back and regain what little balance and force she had left in her legs but as Josh pushed past her Morela found balance slipping through her fingers and slid forward onto the ground. The werewolf's knee connected with the ground first, the concrete tearing a bit of skin from her leg with enough force to burn something awful with just a small amount of blood. Morela's poor hands would most likely get the worst of it, the bottom palm of each hand getting scratched and raw when she tried to catch herself. For a short moment Morela was out of the game, but in the next quick moment she was sitting up with her skirt folded up above her knees so as not to get blood on it, hands shaking slightly from the burning sensation on her palms.

"You goddamn, bloody slag! You're not wanted here, do you understand me. You get yourself and your damn notes out of her and fast,"

Morela growled herself, echoing Josh's anger without saying anything more for the moment. She may have to deal with scratches and a skinned knee, but the second Morela's legs were stable again Rita Skeeter would be dealing with much worse.

Oh, you look so tired
Mouth slack and wide
Ill-housed and ill-advised
Your face is as mean
As your life has been