[5:04pm]
Alecto was a flit of black cloak disappearing around a corner. She reducto'd a hole in a hedge, then went in the opposite direction, vaulting over a picket fence (how dinky), dodging the cabbage patch and alohomoraing her way out the back gate. Closing it behind her, she leant on it a moment to catch her breath, checking both ways down the alley she'd come out on. Someone screamed off to her left - they're playing my song - so she went that way, striding quickly with her wand ready.