Brady & Brier?
When she came too, Phoebe had no idea where she was. It was like waking up from an afternoon nap, and waking up in the dark and not realizing it was still the same day. Her blurry vision scanned across the office space, wondering: this isn't my house. Phoebe blinked, finally regaining some focus. Desks were pushed about in erratic ways, chairs were knocked over, there were cups of tea and coffee spilled all over the floor. From her position slumped in a corner of the room, Phoebe was quite sure that Armageddon had struck.
Oh God. Elphias! Phoebe was startled at how quickly her husband's name, his face came to mind, but she immediately began to cry. He was in Diagon Alley now, at the library! She needed to see him, she needed to hold him and make this pain go away, oh God!
"Pheebs!" The girl blinked slowly up as Bess Zeller came into view. Phoebe gaped up at the blonde, who had a cut on her head but other than that, looked relatively fine. "Phoebe, say something!"
Why--why was she looking so concerned? Phoebe's eyebrows furrowed into confusion, and followed Bess' hands as her wand moved and--ohh, a patronus. Bess' was a pretty cat. Hers was a meerkat. Kinda...not...the same. Phoebe blinked again, watching Bess bend over her and mutter some of those spells every witch learned growing up from their mummy's healing their boo-boos. Bess had a daughter, so she must be an expert. But--why was she...?
Phoebe blinked one last time, this time her eyes opening with their gaze upon the filing cabinet that was being lifted off her leg. Her eyes twitched at the sight of her mangled legs, and Phoebe let out a scream.
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