Felicity stands frozen, eyes locked onto the cremated remains of Doug Bobson CEO. She should be doing something. She's vaguely aware of people moving around her, casting spells and hurling objects. She hears their words and cries as distant echoing sounds.

But can't look away from the dust. Not yet. Memories of their time together come in flashes.

Tricking Zed into selling them booze.
Falling asleep on his shoulder in big bed.
Bringing him home over winter break and introducing him to her dad.
Taking him to the hot springs and putting him in a trash bag to keep him dry and joking about how he had the silliest looking bathing suit.
Sitting by the lake when the weather got nice.
Looking over during a Quodpot game and seeing him in the stands, cheering (or being jostled by the wind, it was hard to tell).

Felicity looks up, suddenly very present. She swings her accordion onto her back, pinches her Big Gulp under her armpit, reaches into her plastic bag, rummages around the apples, sigils, heart framed photos of goats, mini bottle of alcohol, spray paint, sage, beater bat, and grabs what she's looking for: her burner wand.

She looks at the cultist who killed Doug Bobson CEO, grits her teeth, yells "FUCK YOU, FUCKER," and then casts a spell she does not know.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!"