Harry had been doing what he could. They knew it was the traditionalists responsible, but trying to find out who they were when stuck inside a building without magic was proving difficult. He knew the people from the other side were doing a majority of the work, and he hated it.
He ran a hand through his hair as he made his way down the stairs. Though a loud crashing made him perk up, and he jumped the last few steps down to the lobby, skidding to a stop as he saw a woman slid down to the floor. "Um," Harry looked around, noting that a few people had looked out at her curiously. He waved them off as he made his way over to her, dropping to the floor a couple meters away. "Hi. Uh... you alright?"