"Thank you," Dora said politely to the elf. She took the water and had herself a healthy gulp before even attempting to speak again. She was beginning to feel a bit better, almost believing that the spell really hadn't been up to his full power.
"I've just about sold my spying soul to Percy Weasley," she told Antonin after another sip. "He didn't think I could do it. Didn't think I could be an Auror anymore, I don't think. He was so damned smug about it..." He really hadn't been, she might think later, but the event had blown up a good deal in her mind. "If I back out of at least getting back into Auroring now... he'll never let me back. And he's young. He'll likely be in charge a damned long time and I'll be on his personal blacklist. No, I've got to get back in the saddle."