Sally Anne didn't even have time to react, but she was brought to reality as her head slammed into the wall rather painfully. For a moment she struggled but all was sort of hopeless without magic. What the hell was going on?
She glared at the masked figure- a woman's voice?- and said as plainly and shortly as she could muster. "Let me go."
A brick sailed by Sally Anne's face and she reflexively shut her eyes. Thank Merlin she had asked Hermione to go with her, a thousand times over. That Muggleborn witch was fiercer than a hundred Purebloods put together.