Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2020 14:52:36 GMT -7
CW: Aftermath of the Quidditch event
June 10, 2025
Watching as flames tore through the stadium was gut-wrenching, and the only explanation that Tamatha Berg could come up with as to how she had made it out of the burning structure alive was adrenaline. She had lived, somehow, while entire sections of the place had gone up in flames. If any of the bodies of the dead had been identifiable, she hadn't seen them and considered herself lucky, but the commotion and fear of those who had also evacuated alongside her had been horrible enough. People pushed and shoved their way out, scrambling for the exits.
Running in stilettos in the event of an emergency wasn't advisable, either. Had she had enough foresight to know that she would have to be making her way out of a disaster at work, she would have chosen a pair of shoes that hadn't caused her to twist her ankle on her way out. With no time to take her heels off—whether to carry them with her or to throw them aside and continue barefoot aside from her pantyhose—she had had to continue limping her way out of the stadium. Her pantyhose, itself, had no shortage of runs in it, scrapes from Merlin-knew-what present on her legs.
From what Tamatha had been able to tell, of those who had made it out, she hadn't suffered the worst injuries. She had nearly collapsed onto the grass outside the stadium from the pain in her ankle and had to be helped away from the egress of people, but an attendee had been able to heal her before the Mediwizards from St. Mungo's could even consider triage in her case.
Her press badge hanging limply around her neck, Tamatha got to her feet and studied her own appearance. She still had her wand, miraculously, but the thought of straightening up how she looked was the last thing on her mind. She worried for her colleagues, for the journalists, for the players… They would have their work cut out for them, and she didn't want to think about it. Work was meant to be what she could lose herself in to get away from everything else in her life. It wasn't supposed to be the source of her terror.
Watching as separated family members and friends tearfully embraced and others searched for any sign of their loved ones, Tamatha was simply grateful to be alive. She couldn't have left Cameron alone without anyone there to support her. Their parents were all the way in Canada. If she had died… She didn't want to think about it. She would take a leave of absence from work, if she had to.
More than anything, she needed to get home to her sister.
Played characters mentioned: @cameron
Running in stilettos in the event of an emergency wasn't advisable, either. Had she had enough foresight to know that she would have to be making her way out of a disaster at work, she would have chosen a pair of shoes that hadn't caused her to twist her ankle on her way out. With no time to take her heels off—whether to carry them with her or to throw them aside and continue barefoot aside from her pantyhose—she had had to continue limping her way out of the stadium. Her pantyhose, itself, had no shortage of runs in it, scrapes from Merlin-knew-what present on her legs.
From what Tamatha had been able to tell, of those who had made it out, she hadn't suffered the worst injuries. She had nearly collapsed onto the grass outside the stadium from the pain in her ankle and had to be helped away from the egress of people, but an attendee had been able to heal her before the Mediwizards from St. Mungo's could even consider triage in her case.
Her press badge hanging limply around her neck, Tamatha got to her feet and studied her own appearance. She still had her wand, miraculously, but the thought of straightening up how she looked was the last thing on her mind. She worried for her colleagues, for the journalists, for the players… They would have their work cut out for them, and she didn't want to think about it. Work was meant to be what she could lose herself in to get away from everything else in her life. It wasn't supposed to be the source of her terror.
Watching as separated family members and friends tearfully embraced and others searched for any sign of their loved ones, Tamatha was simply grateful to be alive. She couldn't have left Cameron alone without anyone there to support her. Their parents were all the way in Canada. If she had died… She didn't want to think about it. She would take a leave of absence from work, if she had to.
More than anything, she needed to get home to her sister.
Played characters mentioned: @cameron
