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It had been a day like any other, so far as Severus Snape was concerned. The one difference for today was that there was altogether too many people. He'd had NEWT students and overeager first years coming in to hunt for ingredients they either seriously or mistakenly required, not to mention representatives from St. Mungo's Hospital coming to collect orders that had been requested for brewing. The sheer amount of foot traffic in Slugs & Jiggers made Snape wonder why he had even considered working here, the answer to which would have been that Slugs & Jiggers attracted a quarter, if that, of its current patronship in the regular week. The first clue that something was going awry was the tinkling of broken glass. Having been the one to personally secure the shelves from idle, thieving hands, and the occasional jostling when loading items on the shelves, Snape knew that it would take something incredibly powerful to break through those protective and cushioning charms. But jars in the back rooms were falling, vials and beakers crashing into one another, and he knew at once that chaos was about to unleash itself. It was his good fortune, Snape supposed, that there were no customers in the apothecary at the moment, but it was only a matter of time before some sorry soul desperate for cover took it upon themselves to take refuse in here.

He had deduced from the tremors and resulting damage that Diagon Alley was currently suffering from an earthquake, and one, given the magical properties of the alleyway, which probably had supernatural origins. Now, the only thing left to do was figure out how to extricate himself from the situation, because he had no desire to sustain more damage from the disaster that he already had, which was various cuts on the arms and face from the glass shards. The building was clearly only going to be standing for a little while longer, however, and Snape didn't want to chance that. He slipped out the entrance and was about to Apparate (or try, at the very least, for who knew in the midst of this bedlam?) when the fallout from the Prophet offices next to the apothecary meant that one of the front walls was collapsing and about to strike Severus right where he stood. Quick with his wand, he fired a spell to slow, but not stop, the huge collapsing façade, and threw himself out of harm's way. He made solid contact with a body along the way, however, and tackled he or she to the ground with him.

The thud of the plaster came not a second later, and he rolled himself off the unfortunate person who was standing in his way, coughing as dust from the debris arose.