Before Angeline could form a response something collided with her from behind, with a force she would not have given a goblin credit for, and she tumbled into Mr Abbott, taking both of them to the ground. Quite winded it took Angel a moment to get her bearings and realise she had landed on top of the man.

Oh Merlin, how embarrassing!

“Mr Abbott I apo-” Two sets of feet, small thankfully, or else she would certainly have broken a bone, ran across her legs in quick laps and despite their size they were still sharp on the soft flesh of her calves and she cried out, rolling off Mr Abbott, eyes filling with tears of pain.

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