Disastrous effects indeed! Diana gasped as what followed could only be described as an absolute disaster that had been waiting to happen. She'd flinched as the axe went flying and was rather ashamed to feel relieved that it didn't strike her as a result. She sighed - she could either be useful or sit like a useless, baby bowetruckle. As Melody went to gather keys, Diana took out her wand and flicked it in the direction of – Cecily, as the other older woman seemed to be screaming about.

The blonde debutante's body levitated slightly and Diana moved her to the edges of the room where she was least likely to get trampled. The sight of blood was not something she knew she would be able to get out of her vision easily. "Miss," She said, tapping the girl firmly as she could without slapping her. Of course, she was out cold.

Diana could feel the panic rising in her chest and she doffed her scarf to press it against the leg of the unconscious debutante. "Does anyone have any smelling salts?" she called loudly over the woman's screams. "And –" she broke off with a pointed glance at the older woman, hoping someone would seek to either calm her nerves or Merlin, put her out with a spell if that helped ease the tension in the room.