"You will not be calling someone, Euan!" Rebecca snapped, hitting her palm against the door and hoping it jolted the stupid idea out of her husband's head, "I would rather stay here all night than have someone know about this mess!"
Rebecca pushed away from the door, to stalk the small confined space. "One of the interns must have tampered with my wand because of the paperwork I gave them to do...it's how I learned, why should they think they're above such menial tasks? I'm only trying to help them and---"
She put a hand to her chest, stopping suddenly as her throat felt awfully acidic and quite like the feeling she had just a few minutes before when she had ducked into this broom closet in the first place. Rebecca's hand flew to her mouth before she dropped to the ground again and promptly got sick in the bucket. Thank Merlin it was charmed to be never-full. Didn't stop it from smelling like hell though.
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