Elsie had backed up away from people as far as she could, which landed her underneath the stands of the level above, a little ways back, enough room to breathe for a moment. She wanted desperately to apparate out, but her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't even fathom making the attempt without splinching herself somehow. What an utter disaster that would be. The last thing she needed was the be part of the headline for this in the newspaper.

The commotion was still going on and she couldn't find any real distance from it. She leaned against one of the support beams of the stands, the heels of her hands pressed into her eyes to stem the oncoming tears. She had to get herself together enough to get out of here, either by apparating out or manage to survive the crowd to the bottom of the stands, but neither looked likely any time soon.

Trying to control her breathing wasn't working either and the less success she had with it, the more worked up she got- that was when she heard it. The first time she though she'd been imagining it, but her attention had snapped up anyway, moving forward toward the throng of people to make sure. The second time was louder and more worried and Elsie felt the relief flood her system even as she surged forward again. "Tyb!" She managed in a loud squeak, still breathless and shaky. She pushed to her tiptoes to try and make herself more visible, but she didn't dare leave her hiding spot altogether. "Over here! She added, a bit stronger, but more forced, panicked voice cracking in the process. Oh Merlin she hoped he could hear her!