[Panic fills her as she's forced around the ballroom yet again, knowing she's stuck in this loop of discomfort turned dismay turned almost-death... but then something about the dream changes. She's not quite sure what it is, but this time, when the faceless Lucius slams her back into the wall, she's got breath enough to accuse him before he morphs into the dark haired man--]
--vampire. Don't... [But she's waltzing again. Damn it. Where is her wand?]
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--vampire. Don't... [But she's waltzing again. Damn it. Where is her wand?]