Another of the ministry men came with bandages and hail and quidditch guy also grabbed hail. Somersby began to put the hail on the fire burns for his friend as the gentleman talked.

“I think he’s waiting up.” Somersby contributed at Ben’s ‘ow’.

Glancing up the fog was starting to turn orange and the flaming rain seemed to be slowing. Taking stock of their injuries was a better priority than figured out the fog at the moment. Regroup and recover, Somersby figured.