Anna's eyes grew wide as quaffles, and she had the sudden urge to flail about. Her eyes darted from Professor Truebridge...to Satine...to Diane, and she nodded very quickly in reply to what they were saying. Leaving would definitely be the best option at this point...yup. The problem was, as prefect, she knew it was her responsibility to assist the professor in making sure all her classmates were out the door and to safety before she bolted for the door and made a run for it. She gave the professor a thumbs up sign and a sharp nod. Younger students and books...right on.