Walden Macnair (narrative)
Being an entry-level ministry member meant that when shit went down, you were the first person to be called upon even in the middle of a FUCKING EARTHQUAKE.
It only followed, then, that because he was the one who was chasing down a bunch of floundering Shrakes that had been dropped out of their tanks by the quake. Turned out that they were slippery sons of bitches - and that their spines were rather painful. He hissed under his breath and tried his best to squeeze another one into the fountain on the main level of the building - he was missing at least another dozen from the latest seizure from a bunch of International Wizarding Poachers and his supervisor was going to kill him if he lost a single one of them.
He was so focused on getting the squirmy little buggers into the water that he didn't notice the large main statue falling down on top of him until he was unconscious.
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