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Alicia Spinnet-Pucey (_alicia_) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Hesitantly Alicia looked to the boy Oliver had just settled down. Collin? She wondered, still looking at the boy, no more than a teenager at most, as she began to shake her head, then thought better of it. Was Oliver thinking of Collin Creevey? “They look to be the same age,” she said, and looked back up at him. Oliver seemed distant, shocked, and even without having cast any diagnostic charms she was certain he had a concussion.

“I need you to sit down, Oliver,” she said, gripping hold of his uninjured arm as she guided him to the nearest bench. What she really needed to do was get him to St. Mungo’s, but first she needed to do something about that cut on his head and then find out if he was in any condition to be Apparated out of there, or if she had to find another way to transport him. “What were you doing here?” she asked, hoping to shift his attention back to the here and now, rather than to where it was right now.