Just looking at the fallen shelves—and not to mention the various shattered items!—was making her chest tighter. Was there a way all of this could be fixed with magic, or would she and Miss Dippet have to resign to the fact that they were the only ones in the room when it collapsed? She took a step forward, the toe of her shoe hitting a piece of glass. As her gaze snapped down to whatever she'd knocked into, another clattering noise rustled in the background.

"Do you hear that?" she asked quietly, her head swinging back and forth to try and catch sight of the mysterious source of the sound. "You don't think that one of the pet shop's animals could have escaped? Or - Merlin! - You don't think some small child could be stuck under the display?" As unlikely as it was, she could only assume the worst.