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Angelina Johnson (fiercebird) wrote in pandorarpg,

Angelina would have been so much more in her element, so much more ready to fight if it hadn't been a near-horde of walking dead. Or at least that's what they looked like. They were so close to her boggart that she froze where she was, slackly gripping her wand.

Fight or flight. Those were instincts and Angie's was usually to fight. She didn't run away and she couldn't take that option now. Even though this thing was coming for her, she couldn't move.

Then suddenly there was a blur of fur and teeth and Angie's eyes went wide. She snapped out of it then, gripping her wand tighter, a dozen spells leaping to mind at once. She didn't cast any of them though, not yet. There was a wolf fighting the thing that had nearly gotten her. A wolf that had probably just saved her life.

Logically she knew it couldn't be a normal wolf. It had to be an Animagus, but it wasn't as though she kept track of who was registered or as what. That didn't really matter though because now the wolf was in trouble and Angie couldn't let it get hurt because of her.

She lifted her wand and with pretty impressive aim shot a bolt of light directly at the thing's head. Ship clipped its ear though, but that that was enough to make it remember someone else was there. It didn't seem too hurt by what she'd done, but she'd granted a moment's distraction.