Daphne couldn't believe it when Macnair reached out and yanked her bag. On impulse, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her wand. She started to point it at the man before she stopped when Percy spoke up. Keeping her wand at her side, she glared at Macnair. It wasn't the time or place to resort to her wand yet. If he kept pushing her, she just might rethink it. "Don't fucking me," she snapped, yanking her arm and bag away from him.
She looked at Percy. "If you'll excuse us, we have business to do," she said, purposely.