Erin blanched, "An earthquake?"
Her face paled at the realization; she would have been more content with the Ministry under attack than a bleeding earthquake. An earthquake in London? Bleeding fucking hell, half of her family worked in Diagon Alley, or was constantly in the shops and stores! Erin took a deep breath, her hand instinctively going to her stomach and was greeted with a furious kicking from her son. Her knee throbbed, but the worry that had flushed over her face was overpowering the pain.
"Where, just---Diagon? Or was it..." Erin put a hand to her head, feeling her heart begin to race faster by the millisecond. "Oh God, Will and---and Nate and---" Her face flushed deeply, her concern increasing with each passing moment, "What are we supposed to do now?"
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