Lucinda hadn’t handled this well the first time, and it wasn’t looking up the second. There was nowhere for her to go, and even if she wasn’t too shaky to even attempt apparation, she couldn’t change that. Even Sebastian’s might not be safe—and fuck, where was he? Where was Emma? She had no way of knowing who was around, just the shelter of her glass shop windows and a relatively weak knowledge of Defense Against the Dark Arts. She couldn’t do anything here, could she? They weren’t open yet, but that might be called an advantage. She barely knew what was happening out there past the chaos; it could be too much of a risk.
Frantic banging on the door changed her mind for her. She was up from her refuge behind the counter, keeping low and flipping the latch with little regard. Fortunately, it did seem to be panicked people rather than whoever was causing this, a few dozen flocking in before she had it shut again. She was sure it wouldn’t last; they would have more people in here before she knew it. Their merchandise had largely come in, a fact which only mattered in that it left far less room for people. “Go to the back!” she encouraged, trying to figure out something. It seemed like a sensible plan, but no one was listening to her. They were searching and afraid and slowly moving that way, but in a natural way, not at her insistence. “Does anyone know—Can anyone secure the door or windows? Anyone?”
She was searching the crowd, hoping someone would offer up something better than what she could whip together with through an assortment of charms which very well might be unstable given her current state. She didn’t know what to do. She had space to offer, but little more. Her eyes finally fell on a familiar face, and she navigated her way over to Alecto, closer to the front than the rest which only made it harder. “Do you know what’s going on?” she asked, finally close enough to have her question heard. “I know it’s something—an attack.” The words were hard to think, let alone say, and she was still trying to wrap her head around it. “Between the people and the haze—I couldn’t see anything. You were out there, right? I mean you had to be,” she said, her nerves always coming out as more nerves. “Do you know anything more?”
It had started out as a normal day. Alecto and Amycus were in Diagon Alley getting dinner before they went out for their usual night out in the clubs. They had just been finishing up dinner when they heard screams coming from outside the restaurant. Looking at each other and at the other patrons, they had gotten up and gone to the door, which was blasted open by a wayward spell a few moments later. The first thing that Alecto noticed was the people in masks and dark cloaks. She recognized them from the papers, and from Hogsmeade. She knew what it was, but she still couldn’t help but feel shock.
Somehow she found herself out in the middle of the street, separated from her brother. In the chaos of people trying to escape from the restaurant, she had been swept out of the restaurant, and she had no idea where her brother was. But she still wasn’t afraid. She didn’t believe that she would be hurt. There was no way that someone would hurt a Carrow, right? But then she noticed the second group--the werewolves. She felt revulsion and horror as she watched one of them grab someone, while he laughed and showed his teeth. They weren’t transformed, obviously, but they still caused utter revulsion in Alecto. And she realized that this was more than what she had thought, that this...all of this was a mess. She wanted to find Amycus, but there were so many people, and so much chaos, and she just wanted to get away from the werewolves.
She began moving through the crowd, quickly, her wand in her hand, not wanting to cause too much trouble for once in her life. She didn’t quite know where she was going when she noticed people rushing into a shop. She decided that that was the best thing to do, go into a shop and wait for this to be over, so she found herself running to the door and pushing her way in before it was shut and the door was secured. But even then, she stayed close to the window, wanting to see what was going on outside. She wasn’t nearly as panicked as the rest of the people, she could tell that much, as she watched. Alecto hadn’t even realized what shop she was in until she turned and saw Lucinda speaking to her. So this was her shop. “I don’t know,” she said, her voice entirely too calm. If it were just Death Eaters out there, she would probably be taking part. But there were werewolves. She couldn’t risk it. “There are werewolves out there,” She said, eyeing the window again. “Everythings chaos out there.” In some ways, now that she was inside, she didn’t feel nearly as scared as she had when she was out there.
