A feel of triumph filled her as she felt fresh air hit her nostrils, she was out of the horror house that was her impromptu prison a few hours back. There was an abandoned road that provided access to the building but she'd be in plain sight, so she took the alternative and moved towards the woods across the road and attempted to turn back to her animagus form, but those blasted shackles just stung her wrists again. No matter, she was free now, just had to reach The Prophet somehow and tomorrow she'll have her retribution and probably an Order of Merlin for her efforts in detaining a murderer.