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Berk, Marnie
"What the everloving fu---"

Amelia had no idea what had just happened. One second she had been sitting, chatting and having lunch with her husband and sister-in-law, and then the next second it was like the earth had been grabbed up and shaken like a snowglobe. Glasses full of drinks toppled over and spilled, all of the plates and silverware were rattling their way off the edges of tables, and the awning under which the restaurant's guests were sitting began to wobble and strain as if it were about to break loose of the stone.

Without thinking about it, she threw an arm over her head and dove down under the tiny cafe table, instinctively grabbing Marnie's wrist and pulling her down with her. What was this--an earthquake? Why would there be an earthquake in Diagon Alley.. or rather, how? She'd never heard of one before, at least not one this---strong---"MERLIN'S BEARD!"

At that second, the overhang, steel poles and all, came collapsing down on the lunch crowd to a chorus of panicked screams. Amelia pulled Marnie even further under the table with her, and with the other hand reached out to try and find Berk. She thought she'd seen him go under the table as well, but there was little room for three adults, as evidenced by the pain that shot up her left arm from a falling--something--that had likely come down with the awning---a brick, a piece of metal?

She didn't know or care, but bit down on her tongue and winced as she finally grabbed her husband's arm. "What the hell's going on!" she yelled over the chaotic crowd.