Febby waited with bated breath, as Lydia was seen to. Her maid was back and a crumpled mess on the ground, inconsolably crying and unable to form a coherent sentence. Feeling guilty and sorry for her poor maid who had just wanted to get out of the house with her, Febs tried to bend down to try and provide some kind of comfort, but Mr. Auror seemed bent on trying to make sure she was alright.

She waved him away as best she could, though her own shaking limbs betrayed her. She rather thought it was the downfall of the adrenaline rush, or perhaps the surprise of actually being attacked in an alley, but February was nowhere near as bad off as her maid. "I'm fine, I'm fine." Though she could feel the after-effects starting to settle in, she really was fine.

"It's February Lynch." Febs sometimes felt embarrassed giving her name, considering everybody in her family was named after a month, but she was too distracted to worry this time. "And my  maid is Lydia Weston." The poor girl was still a mess on the ground, but hopefully the mediwizards would arrive any minute. "Thank you," Febs swallowed a lot of pride to add, "I apologize for hitting you." The bruises on her knuckles were the worst injury she'd suffered so far as she could tell as she flexed  them and grimaced.