He was running, like a madman. Cold sweat covering his forehead and tremors shaking his whole body. He needed to go back immediately to the hotel. He apparated as soon as he found a dark corner and landed on his knees on the warm tile floor of his room. It was her! It was the witch. She was completely stripped of magic, she was... Dancing? With a fucking snake! He lit up a cigarette and blew up a dense puff of smoke. Grabbing his wand he started to pull a memory report that he wasn’t even sure how to enact. 