She had me. Dammit. My arms, my legs, my mouth.

Well, hell. I could still cast without my mouth. It would give me a bitch of a migraine, but I could do it. I gathered my will, preparing to throw a fireball at the door, where-

Oh, hell.

Susan Richards of the- Oh, hell.

There is no way my luck was this bad.

... Oh, who am I kidding? Every single moment of my life experience has demonstrated my luck to be exactly this bad. I glared daggers at her, but I blinked.