A wandmaker's workshop was full of all manner of magical artifacts, tools, and devices, which made the explosion more damaging than it might have been. Gideon himself had been knocked against the back wall by the force of the initial blast, something crunching painfully within his chest. Before he could get his bearings a second, smaller explosion occurred, this one starting a small fire in the area of his cauldron and rocking the remaining wall. Above his head a shelf collapsed. He looked up instinctively, and two or three potion bottles broke into his face before he'd had a chance to look away. He pressed his eyes shut, sucking in a breath and holding a hand up to his brow to shield them, though the damage was already done.

"MacRae?" he called, hearing a familiar voice. "Get that fire out, quickly!" He'd lost his workshop to fire once already and had no intention of doing it again, but he had no idea where his wand had ended up in the chaos. Between that and the potions swelling his eyes shut, he was all but useless.