Re: Sophia & Harold
Harold turned his attention back to Sophia. In that moment he felt like just a kid, way out of his depth, surrounded by lives hanging in the balance. His eyebrows shot up at her suggestion. "Healing?! I couldn't, I mean I don't have any..." He stuttered, reasoning with himself how incredibly impossible the entire idea of it was, "And muggle techniques are...well they're for muggles aren't they."
He was momentarily distracted by another few people appearing in the foyer, some bandaged and limping, others being levitated towards the nurses. After a moment, Harold's adrenaline began to wear off and he suddenly felt tired. He turned his attention back to Sophia. Without the distraction of a dying man in his lap, Harold slipped (albeit clumsily) back into his businessman persona. "I'm glad I could help," He told her, "I'm Harold by the way."