Put that way, it made a bit more sense. The first thing she or Antonin would have insisted someone learn were shields and deflection spells. Only when those were second nature would they have moved on to more aggressive work. Antonin was good, of course, but even the best teacher couldn't overcome a fundamental aversion to certain types of magic...not if the pupil were not willing.
'There might be something in there,' she admitted. 'Certainly nothing like she's claiming, although that in itself is telling. It wouldn't hold up under scrutiny, of course, because she could just claim that we had taken it out. But maybe there is something we can use.' She resolved to set Nikita to just that. And she'd help.
Morag smirked. 'Not so much what as who,' she admitted. 'I don't see anything wrong with it, but of course, Percy does.' She shook her head. 'He's always been such a rule-follower....' she said, rolling her eyes. 'But I'm rather relieved by it,' she confided. Her arms tightened around Antonin's waist.
She leaned against him thoughtfully. Suddenly, she was very tired. Tired of feeling bad so long, tired of feeling in generally, really. Tired of the crap and the odd things happening and the pests and maybe he had a good idea, after all.
'Maybe you're right,' she said. 'Maybe some time away isn't a bad thing....'