Angeline's panic rose. Gloved hand firmly gripping the ornate door that would lead her to the freedom of the street she tugged as hard as she was able and yet it would not yield to her attempts. Frustration made her kick the frame and the feeling of a small body zooming past her at close proximity made her scream inelegantly and immediately return her attention to the grand entrance hall of Gringotts bank. She certainly didn't want to pay attention but it was definitely necessary.

Chaos would have been a generous word to describe the scene. Everywhere she looked goblins seemed to be rushing everywhere and what had begun with Angel being bumped into by their careless passage had accelerated along with the speed of the goblins themselves. They were moving like bludgers: fast, directionless, seemingly unaware of their own actions and it had sent more than one customer flying to the ground and she had seen at least one man ran over innumerable times - he lay quite still on the ground somewhere near the front desk. Waiting for her father's return had meant she was by the front door but something was preventing her escape.

She dreaded what might be going on in the mines.

"He-" A goblin shot towards her - were they attracted to noise? - and Angeline jumped out of the way, bumping into a fellow patron. "My apol- Mr Abbott!" She sighed with relief. "Oh thank Merlin for a friendly face."

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time of death: when MJ dropped this heart-stopping set