Not for herself, she was too mindless with the anarchy around her to harbour that sort of fear. But she was afraid for everyone, and everything, else. It wasn't just the walls, shaking as if in the throes of an earthquake, or the shattered glass littering the rooms and the halls. It was the irrepressible, rampant magic that was surging and heaving all around them, knocking them to the ground, disintegrating furniture and sending random sparks shooting out from the very air and cracking the brickwork itself.