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*It had been a small miracle, stumbled upon as the afternoon turned from routine to terror. He had only tried the door in desperate chance. It had been completely illogical considering the hospitals security wards seemed to have been tampered with, posing the risk of splinching just by trying to get out and the risk of attack if one didn't try. Most of the doorknobs Roderick had rattled had refused to open, and ones that did only showed him more hallways and rooms filled with chaos. When that door had opened, it had felt like a sickening gift, leading him and the patient he had been seeing when the screaming began right outside into the London sunshine.

Against every moral bone in his body as it was to leave when healing was so desperately needed inside, St. Mungo's was no place for an old man today, and his conscience is at least somewhat quelled by the fact that he had wasted no time in telling not only Aurors, but the Minister himself of the disaster in London. Bernadette Crouch is somber as they wait together for Crouch Sr.'s word, for the attack to be over, and for Roderick's services to be needed on site. There will be many dead, a fact he realises all too suddenly when he spots some drying blood on his shoe, but already his thoughts are on the families left behind, and the patients who will have to rely on such a broken and bashed healthcare when all is said and done.*

If you'd - like some privacy, Bernadette, only say so. Some people cannot stand to be without company, and others can't stand it...