Lachlan did not pay much attention to her face, but was rather concerned about the sight of the blood. His job had never required much paperwork on his part, but he'd seen the work Gallivan had to do when a player was seriously injured on the pitch. How many papers would it be for the dark wizard? For the muggle woman? His involvement? And how much of it would the head auror leave to the auror woman to do herself?

He was struck by the realization that he hadn't caught her name. He stood up and watched her tend to the woman. Assuming Ministry protocol with incidents like these involved other departments, the woman would likely be in this state until a mediwizard and obliviator could be on the scene. At least the man was taken care of, he noted, glancing at the face-down wizards who lay at his feet.

"If you need to take a statement, I think you need to do it soon," he said quietly. He needed to refocus. In less than an hour he'd have to face his team and explain why he looked such a mess. One look out the window told him they were arriving at their destination; it was only a matter of time before the passengers got off—himself included. "I'll give you my name and address if you need to contact me later, Miss...?"

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