It had clung to her all day; the creeping, slinking feeling crawling up her spine, digging its claws into her and whispering evil little fears in her ear. The mission should be easy – they were just Muggles that they were going to be up against. And if all went as planned – and why shouldn't it? – the only one who would know the Order was there was the Russian scientist in charge of the facility that they had to imperio for the use of his security clearance, and he'd be obliviated as soon as they were done with him. She shouldn't be so afraid, and she didn't know why and that bothered her almost as much as the feeling itself.