Doing the numbers at the end of every day was probably the least likable part of running one's own store, but it was something that had to be done. George had just finished taking count of everything that was sold that day and figuring Verity's paycheck when he heard her cry out. The panic in her voice was strange, she never lost her cool like that, especially when there was no one else around.
Grabbing his wand, he ran to the front of the store seeing and hearing the chaos outside. "Shit!" He looked back at Verity and then out into the street again. "Verity, go floo the hitwizard's department and see if you can get St. Mungo's too, someone might be hurt." He threw the door open and started out down the alley, not before screaming back at her. "And stay in here!"