Verity was exceptional at following orders. Even in the worst of times, she could focus on one thing at a time and follow through with what she was told to do. She turned on her heel and headed back toward the office of the shop, glad to be away from the window. Her heart was thumping as she sent messages via floo to the Ministry and St. Mungo's. Once she was finished with that, she came back out into the main part of the store to stand by the window and watch the people running by, the Quintaped in the distance.
Verity wasn't often terrified, but today was one of those instances in which she thought she might die of fright. Was it safe by the window? She didn't think so--the glass would cut her if it shattered and came raining down--but she couldn't tear herself away from the mayhem.