Corrie shook her head, once, eyes still closed, hair flying about her. No.
"What if they round up all the wizards?" she said desperately. "What if... what if it does kill people? What if..."
Her voice was choking up, her lips were trembling - it was all she could do to get words out, much less words that frightened her so much. She shook her head again - leftrightleftright - and said, "What if you're in it so long it sucks the magic out of you, permanently? You can't, Lorcan, you can't let that happen. You can't turn into that!" The bitter, magicless boggart... how could she stand to think of the real Lorcan like that? How could she bear that?
She laughed suddenly, hopelessly, and her eyes opened, letting the tears spill down her face at last. "Why couldn't you just take her and go?" Corrie whispered.