The situation seemed to change in a heartbeat, thus ending their meeting. Just a moment ago, listening to the debate at the tabble, Pomona now watched in utter disbelief the door bolting open as masked and hooded people barged in, and the terrifying chaos begun. The easiest way was, of course, to succumb to panic, and for a second Pomona thought that was what she was going to do, but as she took a grip of her emotions the witch rose along with others to fight back.

Fighting back was a figure of speech, really, as before she could realize it she was shoved behind by the female Auror. The duels in those moments progressed, soon, much to Pomona's horror, the Unforgivables flying in the grimy pub.

Slower than the rest, she only managed to seize the opportunity to do attempt helping her colleagues when Filius sent two hexes at one of the attackers. "Effluo!" Pomona utterred, her wand pointed at the same man.

Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.