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Berk went up when everyone else went down. It was his nature, auror training or not. He'd already been lost on the conversation Amelia and Marnie were having, not because he didn't find it interesting (though, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember what it was, so it was probably a girl thing? Maybe?), but because his eyes had been watching his glass of water with great intensity. None of them were touching the tables, it was a quiet cafe, so the vibrations through the liquid like he was skipping tiny stones across its surface, were very, very confusing to him.

So he went up, when they went down. It sometimes amazed him at how his head clicked on and off into auror mode, but the surprise only lasted half a second, because that's how aurors survived. Berk's arm shot out tensely as he shouted a rapid fire of spells that would slow down the fall of the roof, levitate some pieces into the air, and straighten up things that had fallen. "Erecto!" he shouted, holding his wand out for the spell as he forced the wall back into place. He gritted his teeth, taking a few steps forward to help the spell, and let out a grunt went it finally went back up. Berk panted, dropping down to the ground the moment before Amelia grabbed onto his arm.

Shit. Berk pulled out of her grip and put his wand to her arm, muttering off some healing spells before he looked at Marnie, "Are you all right?" he asked over the noise, not stopping with his quick wand work on Amelia. He had to get them out of there, out of Diagon Alley. Who knew if there would be aftershocks, or even worse, the reactions of the people in the street.