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Angelina Johnson (fiercebird) wrote in pandorarpg,

Relief flooded through Angelina with such swiftness she nearly sank to her kneed when the wolf blurred into the familiar form of Michael. Angelina was not exactly capable of looking to see the differences between a regular wolf and a werewolf when she was already nearing panic mode, but her brain refused to accept that anything worse than living dead were here at the moment. Still though, it was reassuring to see she did know this wolf was someone here to help, not harm.

Seeing him, feeling him touch her arm, snapped her out of it and she exhaled explosively. "I'm...all right. I can't handle walking dead things, sorry." She mumbled the apology angry and embarrassed at having to admit a fear such as that aloud. "Let's get out of here and maybe I can function better away from this." She darted looks around her, seeing if any of the things had decided to approach again.

She looked back at Gringotts as is considering whether that was the best place to go, because she was damn sure she was too shaken up to try to Apparate right now. Wait. The Leaky! She gripped Michael's arm, likely just a hair too tight. "Is the Leaky safe?"