An eventful afternoon this had turned out to be. Faustus managed to release the horse's bridle and thus Miss Montague's arm as he threw the piece of leather to the ground. He muttered something under his breath before turning his attention to her, not bothering to witness the large silver creature that shot from his wand in the direction of St. Mungo's. "Mediwizards and witches will be here soon, Miss Montague," He said, keeping his voice steady as the crowd grew further around them. The commotion was no doubt not something that Miss Montague would be comfortable with.

Mercifully, an onlooker saw the same thing and a cloak to cover Miss Montague was offered to him. With a grateful look and note to later get the bypasser's name, Faustus took it and draped it over Miss Montague. Conjuring a kerchief, he put it to her forehead. He took his wand and drew it over the smaller scrapes. "I apologize, Miss Montague," he said as he did so. "This is as much as I can do until they get here." A few more seconds and they would be.