Their footsteps echoed as they walked, which paired with the orange light from the flames in Faustus' hand and the distant howling of the wind outside, made for a rather eerie impression. Her question hung between them as Faustus thought - they'd had apparition problems hit the Ministry before, but the last time that a weather event caused it was quite some time ago. "Maybe —"

Faustus didn't have time to finish his sentence before glass exploded to the side of them and a gust of wind threw the entire room into chaos. The flames in his hand went out immediately. In the time it took for his eyes to re-adjust to the light, there was a crash and Faustus felt something soft collide with him. It wouldn't have been much to withstand had he not taken a step back and gotten his legs taken out from underneath him by an obliging overturned chair. With a shout of surprise, Faustus fell backward, instinctively grabbing her and pulling her to him, twisting to hopefully take the brunt of the fall.

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