William Jugson!
Marissa felt dizzy. She was sure that the only reason she could still even move was because of that damned golden hand of hers. She pulled herself forcibly around the stony corner, wand raised shakily. A stinging hex hit her shoulder and she let out a heavy gasp, falling back against the wall.
She grunted, biting on her lip while she tried to stop the room from spinning in front of her. She'd caught some bad spells from a Death Eater who'd been too fast and too reckless to be good news - she was losing a lot of blood and she was aware of it. It wasn't the first time she'd been cut up, after all.
"Shit," she rasped, dropping down hard on her knees and immediately trying to scramble behind a pile of rubble so she could hide from the barrage of spells getting thrown her way.
She was getting too damn old for this.
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