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RP: Alicia and Oliver
Who: Alicia and Oliver, later Melinda too, perhaps
What:
Where: Around London, Tavistock Square and St. Mungo’s, at least
When: 7 July 2005, late morning [Backdated]
Rating: TBD


Perhaps she should have left a more extensive note for Adrian, than the hastily scribbled one in the journal, but there was just no time. She had already taken the twins to Bath after her mum had called to ask what was going on in London. At the time, Alicia hadn’t known, but hadn’t wanted to take any chances. Not knowing the extent of what had happened, just that it had to do with King’s Cross, she was certain that other Healers would head there in case any citizens of the Wizarding World had been injured. Rather than Apparate close to the station and risk exposure by the undoubtedly many Muggles present, she Flooed to Sam’s place on Coram Street, from which she could easily make the walk – or run – to King’s Cross in a few minutes.

Wearing the scrubs from the clinic where she worked – at least according to the Muggle authorities – and the badge with her name and Muggle title of Specialist Registrar she pinned a little golden Gryffindor lion the scrub shirt pocket – in case someone needed to identify her as a witch – and set off down the street at a steadily paced run. She was just running through the possible injuries she was bound to see and how she would treat them, when a loud bang in the direction opposite from where she was going had her stop. Fred and George’s love of everything that went boom had taught her what explosions sounded like, but this didn’t really register as one. Except that it did, or at least it registered as something that needed her attention as the screams began to reach her too. Running faster than she had before, she went back and turned the corner only to stop for a moment and try to make sense of what she was seeing.

Right there by the park was a bus with the upper part mostly blown off, people were still inside, and outside, on the street, with more people coming out from the building right next to it. It all seemed unreal, almost like déjà vu, and it wasn’t until she was close enough to distinguish the voices that she realized that it was medical terms that were being thrown back and forth between those who had come in to help. Where had all those Muggle doctors come from, she wondered before someone, a woman, pointed to her badge and pointed to Alicia’s badge before she pointed to a young man lying on the sidewalk. “Go!” she called over the noise, and Alicia hurried over to him, crouching down and immediately started assessing and stemming the blood from the cuts she could see.

She was just wrapping up the last of the gaping cuts on the man, Brian he’d told her when she had asked to keep him awake, when she glanced up and saw someone she hadn’t expected to see here.

“Oliver?!” she called out, shushing gently to calm Brian again when he groaned as she tightened his bandage. She waved for one of the emergency care assistants, giving him the rundown of the injuries she had treated and her suspicions of tertiary injuries that they would need to do more thorough exams for at the hospital, before she cleared Brian to be taken away, and she went after the man she was sure she would recognize anywhere. “Oliver!” she asked as she came up to him and put a hand on his arm to get his attention. “Good Godric, Oliver, what happened to you?”