As her wand leapt from her hand and into the brush, Jocasta knew she wouldn't be able to get to it before the girl got away, and she couldn't let her get away. She remembered only briefly her life before, the promise of a daily dose so long as she wasn't caught, doling out remedies and tonics to the wizards and witches who filed through St. Mungo's without knowing what it meant to really need it.
But that had been months ago, before she was suspended from duty, before she'd had to start paying three times the prescription cost. This Muggleborn was the only way, now, and Jocasta would bring her in whether either of them liked it or not.
She lunged for the girl, for the leg that was still trapped partially by her binding spell.