Friday night, and he just got paid... Anthony had come to Diagon Alley like many people, to enjoy an evening out. He had been in Flourish & Blott's, checking out the new releases of magazines and had stepped outside without purchasing anything, and was met by a rush of people, all running in one direction, clearly away from something frightening.
"What's going on?" he shouted above the din, but the answer became clear when the crowd cleared and Anthony was able to see what was the cause. It was the first time he'd seen a Quintaped and it had set its sights on an older wizard, who couldn't run as fast as the others. At the rate the monster was moving, the wizard would've been doomed had nothing been done. Without a second thought, Anthony drew his wand and aimed, casting a blasting spell, which he hoped might incapacitate the Quintaped. Damn, it moved fast! Instead of hitting its face as Anthony had intended, the spell struck its back legs, causing it to roar in a way that made Anthony's blood run cold.
The thick, magical hide of the Quintaped had protected itself from most of the blast, and it shifted its attention away from the old wizard and now onto Anthony. Realizing that he was now its prey, Anthony muttered, "Oh, fuck!" and started to run. In two huge leaps that seemed incredible, it had bridged the distance between it and Anthony, pushing him down to the cobblestones with its front, clubbed feet.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Anthony screamed when the monster's teeth clamped down upon his wand hand, tearing flesh and snapping bone. Pain mingled with sheer terror wracked Anthony, who continued to scream, "God, oh GOD!" over and over again, as the monster began devouring his arm, staining the streets of Diagon Alley with his blood.