She'd been very certain in that moment that even with only one death eater heading in her direction she wasn't going to make it, not after her last-ditch effort failed completely to stop the hulking man. Marissa blinked, and suddenly the man was face-first only feet away from her. She pushed back off against the wall with one her prosthetic hand, biting her lip and trying to focus her gaze on whoever was behind the body.
It took her more than a few moments to place him while she stood there swaying -- dark hair, not curly but not straight --
"-- Jugson?" She spit blood out onto the floor of the room and focused on not feeling queasy. As far as Marissa had been concerned, she hadn't believed all the bullshit running through the ministry about him once she'd read about his arrest. She hadn't wanted to believe it, but some of it -- made sense. He'd helped her find her little sister when nobody but the death eaters had known the location of the children ... but the point was that he'd helped her. She knew what it was like to get caught up in the war, what did it matter what side they were on? It was all the same now, and he'd helped her again.
She couldn't believe he was some horrible person.
"Will." She took a few staggering steps toward him, trying to scan the room behind him for enemies so that she could fire off at them if it came to that. "I knew -- they were wrong about you."
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