He was not writing to Edelweiss about this. She'd almost succeeded in coercing him to let her come along despite school; something that Faustus wouldn't have been so lenient on if her birthday hadn't just happened. But ultimately, Faustus was grateful that she wasn't here. The chaos that had ensued when the party realized what was happening was tremendous; Faustus could feel the air crackle with panic and he quickly found himself slipping into the level-headed auror who'd seen much more chaos than this. But the difference was, he had family in this crowd. With bodies milling around and some attempting to apparate, Faustus couldn't see what swirl of fabric had been someone he knew or not.
It wasn't until he saw a large crowd milling about, slowly circling and coming to a stop that he'd headed in that direction - some of the chaos had settled, but there were cries of horror and panic that erupted from the middle of the crowd. That seemed to be the place he needed to go.
Please no, he prayed as he waded through the crowd. Please don't let it be Felix or Freddie or Fitz...
The sight that greeted him was...worse. Much worse. The color drained from his face as he took in the figures on the floor. There was no hope for one of the women; she was absolutely filleted in half, and her poor husband was splayed out beside her. And kneeling next to the man — Faustus' eyes widened as he took in the bloodied gown and messy appearance of a young woman, her hands working in a flurry over the man's lower leg. For one horrid moment, he thought she was injured; but upon further look she was attempting to aid to the man.
Her voice sounded familiar as she held out a bloodied rag to him, though he couldn't see her face from the angle he was standing - she was so focused on the man in front of her and rightfully so. His eyes went to the wound she was focused on. The gash that she was attending to was positively gushing, and it didn't seem to show any signs of stopping. They needed more fabric to staunch the wound. Faustus knelt down immediately and turned away from her to grab at the corner of his cloak. He lifted one corner to his mouth and bit down hard, tearing the fabric into one long strip. "Here," he said, turning back to her and handing her the fabric. "It's not much but maybe it'll help. Unless you need something el-" The words died on his tongue as he realized who he'd just knelt down beside.
It wasn't until he saw a large crowd milling about, slowly circling and coming to a stop that he'd headed in that direction - some of the chaos had settled, but there were cries of horror and panic that erupted from the middle of the crowd. That seemed to be the place he needed to go.
Please no, he prayed as he waded through the crowd. Please don't let it be Felix or Freddie or Fitz...
The sight that greeted him was...worse. Much worse. The color drained from his face as he took in the figures on the floor. There was no hope for one of the women; she was absolutely filleted in half, and her poor husband was splayed out beside her. And kneeling next to the man — Faustus' eyes widened as he took in the bloodied gown and messy appearance of a young woman, her hands working in a flurry over the man's lower leg. For one horrid moment, he thought she was injured; but upon further look she was attempting to aid to the man.
Her voice sounded familiar as she held out a bloodied rag to him, though he couldn't see her face from the angle he was standing - she was so focused on the man in front of her and rightfully so. His eyes went to the wound she was focused on. The gash that she was attending to was positively gushing, and it didn't seem to show any signs of stopping. They needed more fabric to staunch the wound. Faustus knelt down immediately and turned away from her to grab at the corner of his cloak. He lifted one corner to his mouth and bit down hard, tearing the fabric into one long strip. "Here," he said, turning back to her and handing her the fabric. "It's not much but maybe it'll help. Unless you need something el-" The words died on his tongue as he realized who he'd just knelt down beside.