Mackenzie had been just about ready to go home when the lights unceremoniously shut off. She paused, half of her things in her arms, waiting for them to come back on any second. She waited and waited until with each passing second her stomach began to fill dread rather than with annoyance. This wasn't right. Mungo's was very tightly run maintained, with just as an efficient staff, so it was only natural when her mind went to the worst.
Those fears were affirmed when shouting began to come from outside, followed by the flash of spells lighting up the outline of the door. Mackenzie dropped the things in her arms, her hands automatically going to her mouth to stop herself from making any noise. They're here? Why? Why now? Why here? This was only for healing the already wounded, what could death eaters possibly want now?
She felt her heart begin to race as panic set over. What should she do? What could she do? Should she-- send a patronus to Sebastian? He and Caradoc had been teaching her, but she knew that would only bring him here. Mackenzie clutched her wand tightly as she closed her eyes to remember the dimensions of the room. There were no windows in this room either, no way of escaping--- the door to wing's relief room opened violently, stopping her thoughts so fast she felt reeled.
This person was not her friend, she could feel it through the air. Mackenzie bit down on her tongue to stay as quiet as possible. Stay hidden, stay hidden; that was her best bet to stay completely still. Ever so quiet footsteps... the exact opposite of her loudly pounding heart. Just leave, just leave, no one was here. Much to her split-second dread, Mackenzie felt the ever-so-lightest brush up against her side. Before she could even react, her eyes were filled with read and she collapsed unconsciously to the ground,.
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