Leaving St. Mungo's: Margot/Lori
The morning had been a tad on the slow side, so Margot spend most of it in the Emergency Ward going over new spells with the Healer in charge of training. By the time lunch came around, only six hours of her 36 hour shift had passed and she had only seen three patients. She spent her lunch going through more books, including a few muggle medical books which were stuffed into her bag.
She was beginning to think it was going to be a boring shift when the first of them started coming in. Several people apparated straight to the first floor entrance with scraps and cuts. The suddenness of their arrival cause a moment of hesitation before Margot along with the rest of the staff and trainees took charge.
"All right people, we are on triage mood. Get severe cases out to the correct floors first. All non-life threatening patients can wait in the lobby. Let's go!"
Instincts kicked in as Margot began asking a witch about her injuries. It appeared to be just a broken arm, but she kept mumbling about masks and nightmares. Grabbing another trainees, she instructed the witch be taken to the 4th floor for further examination before moving on to the next.
The next few were cuts and scrapes, so she moved on quickly. As she turned to check on a man who was holding a witch in his lap the message about the Ministry came in. Oh Marlene, you better be alright! she thought. At first, Margot thought she couldn't leave all these people. However, logic that she was wanted by the government kicked in and she was going to be needed elsewhere. She also knew they would need help.
Looking at the woman, she could tell she was dead. "Sir, I need you to let her go, so I can look at her," she said. It took a moment for the man to release the corpse, but once he did, she levitated it and began to move away. "I'll be right back."
Margot hated lying to whoever that was, but she needed some sort of distraction in order to slip away. "LORI!" she shouted. "I need you!"