Now out of the store, George ran in the direction of the panic. Struggling against the croud, he heard two screaming voices in particular, Hermione's and Anthony Goldstein's. He cursed under his breath, hoping that neither of them had been hurt. He couldn't have been more wrong.
'Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god' The first thing he saw was the blood. Anthony was covered in it. Hermione was next to him, though she did not look to be as hurt. "Are....you...two...okay?!" he ran around to face the Quintaped head on. There was no way he was going to let it continue terrorizing these people. "Stupify!"