"M'Emma Dobbs," she introduced herself. "And you look familiar from Hogwarts, but I don't remember who you are," she admitted. Wincing slightly at the chaos around them, she added, "I don't think this is a joke. Looks more like an attack, yeah? Bloody idiots who did it are lucky if no one's died, but it doesn't look good at all. What about the folks who were in the Floo? What about folks who can't get home now? Bloody hell, it's just a bloody fucking mess." Emma sighed, her words rough and frustrated more than anything else.
As they got away from everyone else, into a small pocket of peace, Emma helped the other woman lean against the wall. "Here, think you'd be more comfortable standing or sitting?" She was half afraid to let go, thinking she might fall over.