Reaching out her hand brushed over the binding of a book on the table when things began to slow.  Her body tingled, everything relaxing unexplainably.  Moira’s limbs began to feel heavy, almost as if on the verge of a relaxing sleep.  Somewhere deep in her mind there was a moment of panic.  This wasn’t right, something was very wrong here but her body quickly overrode the sensations of fear or dread.

She gave no fight as she was pulled away from the table, feeling the weight of a cloak around her.  If she had been in her right mind she would have put up a fight as best she could.  Given the state of her powers, or rather the lack of magical abilities she seemed to be suffering from as of late it wouldn’t have been much of a fight to begin with.

Her body relaxed against whoever it was that was seemingly behind this whole incident.  She didn’t have the wherewithal to truly be afraid.  Everything slipped away and she was vaguely aware of the familiar feel of side-along apparation.  With a pop they were gone and she was completely at his mercy.