Oh... Kay..
She was rather angry now.
The shadow would no doubt be stuck smelling like mildly burnt soup for quite awhile. Then the light appeared.
It burned like the baleful gaze of some furious sun god.
She had been mildly angry up until this point.
Now.. Now she was furious.
The Shadow screamed like a demoness and threw herself at the annoying light maker.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather