Who: Ernie Macmillan (and open for others to add/jump in, Ernie's story is closed) What: Fire Where: The Clinic When: 9 July, middle of the night Status: Quick Log (etc., open for others)
It was late enough where Ernie was at his desk filling out paperwork and contemplating if he was going to drink the rest of a new batch of coffee by the time his shift ended. Of course the answer was 'Yes', however, he was also debating the merits of actually standing up and making it happen. He knew he should, but he could feel the wariness bone deep and sitting down for a little while sounded like a good idea. Ernie knew that he was burning both ends of the candle a bit too much again, but they were at war, and there was little time to actually rest even when he took the time to do it. So, instead he just leaned back and gave his face a good scrub. He'd shut his eyes for just a moment, no big deal, he told himself as he leaned forward a bit. That was all that he really remembered before he fell asleep. Ernie had no clue on how long he'd been out before he awoke, not with a start, but with a smell. He was used to the smell of a fire going in his office, after all, he usually had something on the cauldron brewing. But this was more, this was intense like he could almost feel the heat. Ernie blinked open his eyes when he realized that it wasn't just his fireplace, but the actual room he was in.
Using his wand Ernie broke his door open and started to run, coughing slightly through the smoke as it got worse as he ran down the short hallway, the overwhelming sensation starting to take over and he tried to focus pushing it back as he moved quickly. Get the people out of here was his first and only thought as he started to shout directions to staff. Keep calm, get out in an orderly fashion, help each other. Those who could do magic, try to put the fire out from the outside. Between him and the staff they managed to get almost everyone out as he did a quick headcount only to realize there were still two missing. Without hesitating and to the sounds of people shouting at him, muffled voices drowned out by the blood pumping in his ears. The intense heat and the soreness of his throat caused by coughing even with the bubble head charm he just now put on himself was the last thing he clearly thought before the world went black.