Dean catches her before she can fall and sets her down on a transfigured couch.
"Thanks. I didn't think it'd be so draining." Anabelle says.
"What the fuck Granger! We signed your contract!"
Coin rolls his eyes. "Relax Mikey. It's just the contract activating. You don't see anyone else worrying."
Just like he said the others were unsurprised by the chain of events. By leaving the wards the contract had been tied to, magic took part of her own magic to enforce the contract.
"Next time read what your signing stupid. Hermione wrote everything in clear English for a reason." Dean adds.
"Just escort her out will you Dean? Anyone else who wants out better leave before they get in over their head."
Michael shakes his head. "No way am I staying here longer. I should have stayed away in the first place."
"And that's why you weren't invited." I say blankly.
With Anabelle and Michael out of the way, we were ready for business.
"Welcome, everyone, to the Muggleborn Underground."