She ran the feather of the now useless acid green quill across her lips out of habit, a slight wrinkle forming between her eyes as she frowned. Rita didn’t mind being without her magic as much as she had imagined, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t without it’s drawbacks. She’d tried to Apparate, and when that hadn’t worked, attempted to transform into the small beetle and fly but that hadn’t worked, either. So she’d had to resort to muggle transportation all to get a cup of coffee, and it left her particularly frustrated. Glaring at her mug, wishing she could conjure up some whiskey to add to it after her ordeal, she let out an angry sigh that was more of a growl and slammed her annoyingly blank notebook closed, the resulting bang on the tabletop resounding through the small café. Catching eyes on her, she turned her gaze and took a moment to put on a sweet smile. “Sorry.” She said gently, voice suddenly soft as she ignored her former actions.










