With the Journey Started...

[augury_corner]

Who: Rescuers (Michael Corner, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Cass Savage, Terry Boot, Padma Patil, Susan Bones, Theodore Nott, Rodolphus Lestrange (?)) The Rescued/Elevator People (Oskar Scamander, Cornelius Fudge Jr., Demelza Robins, Fleur Delacour-Weasley, Bill Weasley, and whoever hell else I'm missing because I'm sure I am!)
Where: The Atrium of

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[browneyed_susan]

Susan could sense the change in the crowd. Where just moments ago there had been solemn silence, the air was now filled with anxious whispers and murmurs. Susan jumped to her feet from the make-shift medical area the Healers had set up and dashed over to Michael's side, nearly tripping over a piece of upturned pavement in her haste

[augury_corner]

Michael, however, was clutching his chest, desperate for breath. Tilting his head up, he suddenly slumped against Theodore and clawed for support until he hit the ground. From blue-colored lips a streak of oozing crimson poured forth and Michael suddenly rolled violently into a fetal position. As violently, he vomited bile and blood forth onto the broken earth and then desperately pushed on his chest. "I c-can't breathe... I can't breathe..." He murmured thickly, his body trembling.

[browneyed_susan]

Susan gasped with shock, her eyes as wide as galleons as Michael collapsed beside her, falling against Theodore. Before she even understood what had just happened, she heard herself shouting for help. "Healer Stone! Over here!" She shouted desperately, waving an arm high in the air. She couldn't do anything, and felt hopelessly useless. She looked down at Michael on the ground, then looked up through the mass of people to shout out again. "Help! Michael's hurt! Healer Stone! Healer Mason!" She didn't want to leave him just lying there, shaking.

"Theodore just... stay there, okay? Please." Susan turned on her heels and pushed her way back through the crowd over to the Healers to alert them.

[seeingdarkness]

"Shi-" Theo struggled to hold the man upright, blinking in confusion as he fell, hearing him retch.

"Michael? Michael you need to keep calm," he said, kneeling and reaching out for him, though his own heart was racing a mile a minute.

Bloody imbecile, I told you not to push yourself so hard.

Trembling fingers found their way to Michael's neck, trying to feel for a pulse. "Just- keep calm okay. Susan?" he called, turning urgently towards where he'd last heard the girl. This was not his area of expertise.

[oskamander]

The sound of a dozen or more rescuers Apparating into the ruined Atrium was much like a bomb going off. Given where they were and what had happened earlier, after three days of dodging falling ceilings or floors that would cave in beneath you, the effect was immediate. Several survivors of the Ministry bombing screamed and scrambled for cover

[notthatfudge]

At a loss at what to say, Wil nodded, shrugging his shoulder slightly as if to say, what can you do? He wasn't quite sure what to do, himself. Ever since they had managed to get to the Atrium and found the others, he had felt about as useful as a club foot. In a strange, hysterically wrong way, he wished they were back on the seventh floor, where help was not imminent, and where the possibilities of what Wil might do were endless.

"Are we really leaving now?" he asked, when it seemed like Oskar was going to turn around and talk some more with his Auror friends. In a way, he was itching to get out, breathe some fresh air and take a bath. But the world outside seldom made him feel like he could do anything, anything at all.

[oskamander]

“Yeah, I guess so.” Oskar glanced at his wristwatch and tried to gauge if it was after midnight or lunch time. He had lost track. Day or night, but especially night, his grandparents shouldn’t be waiting around for him, not outdoors, not at their age, not even if his grandfather was Newt Scamander, legendary beast tracker.

The blank expression on Wil’s face dragged Oskar down eight stories to where they were standing. “The wards seem to be down, at last. Are you feeling strong enough to Apparate? How’s the head?” He pointed at the bruise on Wil’s forehead. “Maybe you should go straight to St. Mungo’s, have the healers look at it.”

[notthatfudge]

"My head is fine," Wil said, frowning. Without a doubt, the family physician was going to check him over as soon as he was home again, if his parents had anything to say about it. He couldn't say that he was looking forward to that.

"But I won't be able to apparate up with you," he said, trying to sound regretful, and then added, "not without my wand, anyway."

[oskamander]

Aurors Department Director Richter Savage was so busy with the crisis at hand, he only spent half an hour grilling Oskar about the Death Eater fugitive Edric Nott and his accomplice and how they managed to escape custody. All in all, it was only half as bad as Oskar had expected; the anticipation had been worse, and he was glad when it was over and to walk away with his badge still on his belt. Maybe that would be taken later, but for now it still belonged to him, and he was going to use it. People were still trapped inside the Ministry, and his fellow Aurors were overwhelmed. He didn’t care what Savage or Proudfoot said. There was no way he could go home and sleep

[demz_robins]

Demelza had followed with the others when they used brooms to go to the Atrium, only to be stuck once more. And so she sat among the throngs of people, waiting for rescue. Sitting among the rubble with the pillow Edric had given her clutched against her chest as she curled up in a corner. The waiting was tedious, especially when surrounded by the gloom and doom attitudes of those around her