Morag's hand found its way back to her hair, and she brushed it back as she protested, 'I don't know, it all happened so fast!'
She knew she wasn't helping Antonin at all. She was usually so observant and detailed!
Trying again, she said, 'I was walking back from town, and the meeting went well. I wasn't paying attention. I guess maybe I was humming because I didn't hear anything. Something came at me, and I tried to deflect it, but I couldn't find my balance. The guy stumbled but only for a minute. I reached for my wand but then I remembered I didn't have it. He had already gotten to his wand and was raising it.'
Her brows drew together in her agitation. 'I knew I didn't have time to get to the pistol, but I tried anyway. But then he was down and screaming, and I hadn't done anything!' she told him.
'I felt....Dark Magic,' she cried out. 'I recognized it! Not from him, from me!' she exclaimed. 'Only not from me, exactly!'