April 16th, 1894— Padmore Park
She shouldn't have touched it. Further thought on the subject would make this rather obvious if you asked her, or she would be willing to tell you that later when situations weren't as they were. As it was it had been such a curious little thing. A small statue of a black cat, its jeweled eyes gleaming in the light cast from her candle as she dipped down to peer closer at it. How it had gotten to the floor of the shop was anyones guess, but there it was. Sitting pretty as a picture.
Of course, Annie touched it. Of course she reached out to brush its head with a softly cooed "Look at you." Only it had cut off rather abruptly when the portkey had triggered and she'd not only been sucked through what felt like the floor itself, but had popped back into existence several feet above the water in Padmore Park.
The candle fell first, possibly in some kind of comic relief manner, because soon after came a suddenly screaming and flailing figure, her dress clinging to her for dear life as she shot straight down out of the sky. Right into the water with a great 'kerplunk!', from surface to bottom within a second and no time in between to take a solid breath of air.
For a brief second she flailed against the surface, gulping water into her mouth with a gargled cry for help, but she was right under in seconds, her world spinning upside down and her brain losing track of the surface entirely.