Miniver presses his back to the wall, his mind and heart racing. His wand remains held pointed towards the other cards, his hand tight around the moonstone.

He can't use his magic. He doesn't know how. Not a single spell. He could shout things at random, but who knows what that might accomplish? Not necessarily anything harmful to them. Maybe worse for himself.

His options, at this point, are very, very limited. And he can't see the situation getting much WORSE if he takes the one they both claim will work.

He holds the stone so tightly his nails dig into his skin. "MOON!"