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[vegasxxrenee]

Something stirred within Vegas the moment she saw the first body hit the ground, her fear melting into something colder, harsher -- protecting her from the surge of feelings broiling in the pit of her stomach. She could feel the blood draining from her face, but her concern for others and a base healing instinct had her tumbling into the fray rather than fleeing like she perhaps should have. A toxic combination of shock, obligation, and a total disregard for her own personal safety fueled her footsteps as she sped through the crowd, pushing against panicked bodies much bigger than hers to get to the nearest injured. She raised her wand, the familiar hum of healing magic poised at the ready comforting and stabilizing in the frenzied crowd.

                                                                                  “Trauma unit -- can you stand?”

[raxlestrange]

@marius--lestrange

The minute the wailing began and flashes of light started hurtling across the pitch, Avery lurched to the ground, attempting to shield himself from any potential debris while he slipped his wand from his jacket pocket. He knew they were in a high risk zone, considering the number of influential witches and wizards that surrounded him and the number that were sure to be on this terror group’s pathetic, unorganized excuse for a hit list. Avery was about to steer his brother away from their section, feeling almost guilty for having kept his wand in his custody after his little tantrum, only to discover he had already started to take his leave elsewhere.

“Marius -- where the fuck are you going? Come on, we have to go!”