After kicking off her heels in a fit of frustration, Morrigan was able to get to her feet, crouching slightly to make herself less of a target. She looked up to see Jon making his way towards her, though closer inspection had her frowning as he hobbled towards her, clearly favoring his left leg. "What's wrong with your leg?" she hissed as he drew close enough to hear one another over the din.
Drawing her wand, she sent an empty chair flying into an attacker who looked like he was about the send a curse straight into her brother's back. Not on her watch. Glad that at least one threat was dealt with, Morrigan turned back to her brother. "How are you still standing?" she asked, incredulously.
So intent on finding out whether or not her brother had his wits addled, she did realize that the attacker she had previously dispatched was rising, sending a curse in retaliation. Hitting Morrigan where the first had been absorbed by her bodice, the force of the spell propelled the young woman forward. Her good arm spiraled, in the hopes of catching herself before she toppled into Jon, sending brother and sister to the floor. Morrigan's head smacked into the stone floor with a nauseating CRACK.