Grayson!
Liz spun happily in her seat, "Annnnd after this, we'll have the newest United wife in with us for a chat, Bess Fawcett!"
She waited until the commercial had begun before spinning again, and Liz almost fell out of her seat as the room went black. Oy. Had she sparked out all the spells, again? Sometimes that happened when she got too excited and used all the fun sound effect charms they had conjured for her. Liz let her seat slowly move with the little momentum it had left, waiting for the lights to come back. It had been terrible all week, and she really wanted to get this interview with Bess over with---she had noticed a certain bump that she would definitely question the woman about.
The door of her studio opened and Liz spun, hoping for some light. Her wand went up with a twirl and she was proud at her wordless magic--a pride that quickly dissolved at the sight of the death eater in her doorway, the door shutting closed behind him.
Liz shrieked, hoping to everything above that someone would hear her and save her and---well, she could fight back----She hurled a severing curse at him, hoping it would--do something!
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