Febby landed deftly, albeit with a bit of a wobble, on the other side of the wall. Thank Merlin Mr. Auror hadn't seen that. Eyes set on her piglet prize February was well and truly surprised his time when another hand enclosed around her wrist, accompanied by a distinctly unfamiliar voice. Her reaction was the same as last time, a wide swing, this time with her good hand, but unlike Mr. Auror, this bloke was prepared for her haymaker and dodged it easily.

"Let go!" She shouted, hoping like hell Mr. Auror wasn't far behind her. For all her earlier protesting about knowing how to take care of herself in a back alley, February wasn't exactly prepared for this. With both hands secured she couldn't reach for her wand and so she did the best thing she could think of; she stomped down as hard as she could on the attacker's foot and hoped surprise mixed with pain would get him to loosen his grip.