"Okay," Luna replied, nodding and then remembering to stay still. She rested a hand on her thigh and pressed down in an effort to still herself, idly running a finger along the tear in her woolen yellow tights and peering down at her scuffed boots.
As Emma worked the spell, Luna focussed on her other injuries. There were a few cuts and bruises along her legs and arms, but nothing serious there. The pain in her side seemed to be the most important. "I think I might have cracked a rib, and it hurts to breathe."
She watched the Atrium as wizards arrived to calm the crowd, cordon off the damaged Floos and direct the uninjured towards the street entrance. There also seemed to be a lot of Side-Along Apparition taking place, as gradually, the Atrium began to empty.