Eleanor was tending to the cat boxes when she heard the commotion outside. A black cat in her arms, and went over to the shop windows and looked out. There was people everywhere, but she couldn't see what all the fuss was about. "I'll be right back," she told the cat as she set it down onto the floor. Her curiously, unfortunately, got the better of her.
She stepped outside, and looked down the alley. Oh, how Eleanor wished she hadn't. She froze in place as soon as she saw the scary Quintaped. Her mind registered what is was, but her legs refused to move her to safety. Her wand was in her hand, but her arm refused to move too. The only part of her that worked were her vocal chords, and Eleanor let out a loud, terrified scream.