She did manage to pick herself up, but in the seconds it took for her to start picking out glass from her hand before realizing magic existed, she could hear Miss Dippet — or at least what she hoped was Miss Dippet — wrestling with something from across the store floor. She waved her wand and muttered a quiet spell to clear any remnants of glass, blood, everything from her palms before finally reaching her feet.

"Miss Dippet, what's going on?" she called helplessly, trying to find her way around the rubble so she could at least catch a glance of what was causing so much noise. "You're not injured, are you?"