Slowly the ringing subsided enough that she could hear the voices around her. She placed them one by one, tuning out the ones she didn't know in a desperate search for those she did. Eventually, she let herself sag back into the display shelf she'd fallen into. She'd heard both Dahlia and Daffy's voices. They were, if not okay, alive and that was all that mattered. If she was still on the front then the basement was likely fine meaning that Thistle was fine. As far as she knew everyone else had been out. That was all she cared about. That confirmed, the fifth year gave herself a moment to evaluate what exactly hurt. Her face and arms stung from the glass shards (those would be a nightmare to get out if any had stuck) and her back would ache from the impact but the worst was the familiar pain in her leg that reminded her too much of the time she'd broken her arm in a quidditch practice with a buldger. She didn't need a healer to tell her it was likely broken and she'd be facing at least a dose of disgusting skele-gro later.

She tuned back into her older sister's panicked voice and she struggled to push herself into more of an upright position, knocking the fallen flowers and containers that had fallen onto her onto the floor. The motion caused pain to shoot through her body but she ignored it, frowning. "Over here, Daffy!" Calla wasn't sure at the moment who Jack was but the last thing she wanted was Daffy worried. "I'm okay." Though the groan to follow likely wasn't the most convincing. But at least Daffy would know she was awake and okay.

That was was the realization of what had just happened hit her. There'd been some kind of explosion, she thought. Her first thought was that something had happened in Ollivander's again like had happened back in January. But this time it had come from the front of the shop, not the back or the side. "What happened?"