Luna was indeed blissfully ignorant of the trial below her feet as she stepped out of a fireplace on the left-hand side of the Atrium, and made her way towards the golden gates and security desk. Her blue leather boots made a soft whisper as she walked across the polished wooden floor, and her eyes drifted upwards to look at the painted ceiling.
She heard the first boom sound off behind her, quickening her pace to get away from the blast, then looked over her shoulder to see what had happened. As she did, another explosion rocked the hall in front of her and she stopped in her tracks as people ran around her in a panic.
A wizard ran straight into Luna as he ran towards the injured witch laying on the ground beside the first fireplace, and she was knocked to her knees painfully. The wizard threw a 'Sorry' over his shoulder and she was just about to call back that it was no problem when a third blast from the fireplace several feet to her right interrupted and tilted the world.
Sound vanished, replaced by a strange ringing, and she watched robes flutter around people's legs as they ran past her in the chaos. Luna remained on her side, blinking slowly, almost content to stay there. Thirty seconds must have passed by, and thankfully no more bombs went off. The disorientation subsided slightly, and Luna moved her arms to push herself up. Pain blossomed along her side and she gasped.