Dumbledore's eyes widened as she ran up to him. He seemed too fixated on the fact that the small woman was now mere meters from him to act appropriately as she lept over him, twisting expertly and gripping his shoulder in her free hand. She wrapped the whip around Dumbledore's throat once, twice, three times, before her legs slammed down and she jumped again, pressing her feet against his back and pushing, pulling the whip backward in the same move.