One of the hippogriffs kicked their feed bucket and the resulting clanging sound made Holly nearly jump out of her skin. Truth be told, it didn't take much to spook her these days. She wasn't naive. She knew what was going on out in the world, and she knew that she was in a ridiculously dangerous position, given who her parents were. Or rather, what they were. Usually up to ten times a day, the new graduate found herself wishing she wasn't muggleborn, that she could count herself safe.
Thankfully, no one had found her on the reserve yet.
She bent down, picking up the bucket of fish she had been carrying and trying to collect herself. It wouldn't do to be caught having one of her panic attacks, not here. Not at work. Not where she was trying to be professional.
Footsteps around the corner nearly made her nearly drop the bucket again, her fingers grasping at the handle.