No wand, no means of Appiration, and certainly no way to free his body from the tight restraints binding him to the chair. Graves was royally fucked, and he wasn’t sure how to get out of this.

Inhaling a deep breath through his nose, he looked up when the door opened, and you appeared in the doorway. He didn’t say anything as he watched you stride inside, wand in hand. He knew what was to come now… but he was determined to not spill any valuable information.