Completely trusting Oliver to have her back, Alicia’s attention were on the people in the water. While the dock was fitted with ladders every hundred or so yards, they were too few and too far between to be enough and already the small ladder she had put up had gathered a minor crowd. “Go over there,” she instructed, pointed to another luggage cart, “keep your heads d--.”
A warm blast from the explosion hit her in the back, pushing her forward, and before she could put up her hands to catch herself, banging her head on the ground. Keep your head down, Oliver’s voice rang in her head, and Alicia nearly giggled at the fact that for once she was heeding his advice, as she blinked to regain focus on the world around her. With a small groan, she got up on her knees. She was a little dizzy, but other than that, she was fine, except that her eyebrow itched like a bitch, and when she scratched that itch, she could see that apparently she was bleeding too. A split eyebrow, nothing she hadn’t tried before, she’d played several matches with worse injuries than that.
Still staying low, she crept back to the ladder to give a hand to the dripping wet and shivering teenage boy who was having difficulties making it the last bit past the edge. It went against everything she had been taught about magic, but not as much as not helping those in need, when Alicia pointed her wand at him, quietly pronouncing the incantation and drawing the intricate pattern of the hot air charm that instantly made his clothes both warm and dry.
He opened his mouth to ask but Alicia simply shook her head and pointed to the luggage cart. “Go!” Then she looked over her shoulder. “You alright, Wood?”