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[SAOIRSE BYRNE]

"See? Not scary at all." Saoirse told a little boy with a scraped knee as she gently put the finishing touches on the large band-aid that she was applying. The child, who was probably about seven and dawning a team USA jersey sniffled, wiping at his nose with his sleeve. His little sister stood nearby holding their dad's hand wearing a Harpies jersey, watching her brother in awe. "You're very brave you know, Tyler." She gently commended him with a reassuring smile. Giving a quick glance toward his sister she offered the same sort of comfort. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Lynden working on the other side of the tent. Her smile grew a bit but then he caught her looking and she quickly looked away and back to the small boy. Keep your head in the game, Byrne. You're one of the doctors. Not some sick kid desperate to be cared for hanging on the doctors;

Shifting a bit where she was kneeling she tried to refocus. Don't worry about what he thinks. Don't think about how much you miss a hug, or the late night chats, or how he is the only one to ever make you feel cared about. That's long gone. He's your boss now. One of them. And not just that but he's very mad at you, isn't he? For what he views as a betrayal, as a slight... and maybe it kind of was. None of this matters though because you're a ticking timbe bomb on borrowed time. He probably never really cared, just felt guilty (even those who knew him might argue that the healer didn't feel any emotion other than annoyance). But even so... she missed him. "Everybody falls down but what's important is that we get back up again." Saoirse knew that better than most.

The child and her exchanged a smile in a moment of peace before a loud shriek echoed throughout the campgrounds and the medical tent. The medical intern frowned and glanced over her shoulder toward the outside area. No movement. Empty. Just the grass. Then another scream, another, then people running. Her eyes widened a bit stunned as she registered the gravity of what was going on. Instinctively she rose to her feet and stepped in front of the boy, shielding him. Then folks from inside the tent started running, escaping. In mere seconds it was chaos. Saoirse kicked herself into action retrieving her wand from her side and raising it defensively, her hand moved to the boy's arm getting him to his feet and nudging him toward his father.

"Go." And with more urgency. "Go now!" And go they did. Outside someone was hit by a spell and immediately fell to the ground, flat, the life gone from their eyes. Another was hurled into the sky and roughly came back down onto a wooden booth bloody and moaning. Others shot spells back. Some writhed on the ground in agony. Standing in the 'doorway' of the tent she gripped her wand tighter. She knew what she had to do. Looking over her shoulder she looked back at Lynden. Man, she really needed to stop checking in with him so much.

TAG: LYNDEN DAVIS and anyone else who would be in the area

[LYNDEN DAVIS]

The Quidditch World Cup wasn't to Lynden's taste, he wouldn't be here of his own volition. Quidditch was just a bunch of athletes trying to injure each other, wasn't it? This however, was just another day of work. Piecing back together scrapes and handling any minor medical emergency while referring the more severe cases back to the hospital.

With him he had brought a rather rag tag group of healers and interns, ones that could use the experience and those that volunteered.

Saorise was one of them.

He studied her from his place, aiding treat a case of heat stroke. She was growing as a healer, that was for certain, and how far she had come already. He hummed consideringly before blinking as her eyes met his. He harrumphed and glanced back down to his patient, "You should be fine, just water between the beers, and maybe don't pregame so hard next time." Idiots. The patient groaned and shuffled from the tent though, looking far better than they had when they came in. Lynden turned and began to put the supplies away and cleaning his station.

It was then that Lynden heard the first screams, his mind whirling. Another set of blood curdling cries and he was striding across the tent, crossing the space to Saorise and the entrance of the tent far faster than he thought possible. He reached up to grasp her forearm in a feeble attempt to hold her back as he surveyed the space before him.

Two bodies on the ground so far and spells shooting everywhere, he palmed his wand from its holster.

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath before releasing Saorise and turning back towards the tent to address the healers.

"WE ARE UNDER ATTACK." That much was obvious to everyone gawking at the entrance of the tent.

"Floo your patients to the hospital if you can, we need to batten down the hatches and get what injured people we can treated without getting ourselves injured." Easier said than done. "Keep yourselves safe, keep your patients safe. You can't treat them if you're dead. Don't take chances."

Lynden looked back out onto the field and the spells were getting closer. More people were down.

"LETS GET MOVING PEOPLE." Lynden roared, and the tent exploded into movement.

He glanced back to Saorise and huffed, "I need to see if I can get wards up over the tent." If they hadn't blocked that possibility. If he wouldn't end up fighting. He hated to ask this, especially from her but she was capable. She could do this. She would be fine. "See who you can get back to the tent. Don't get hurt." Lynden added gruffly before turning to exit the tent and beginning his attempts at wards.

Lynden hadn't trained for this, he was no auror, but by the gods he would try if it meant keeping these people safe.

He'd just have to watch his back while he worked.

[SAOIRSE BYRNE]

Amidst the chaos she felt a presence at her side. Looking over she saw Lynden. Wait. Hadn't he been across the tent? He sure was quick when he wanted to be and it wasn't like anyone was handing out any freebies. Just horror. Terror and horror.

"This isn't good." She stated the obvious with a large frown on her face as green and purple hues from the spells that rocketed across the outside area illuminated her face in the darkening evening. It was then she felt the light pressure on her arm and looked down at it. A hand. Lynden's hand. Instead of looking toward the wails and hollers her eyes moved to the man next to her. His eyes hyper focused serious, always so serious, watching the scene unfold before them and yet: there was his hand. There was just something about the way he looked at people, situations, everything with such skepticism, so in-depth, like in one long look he was able to figure out every mystery they were hiding because he was that good. And to Saoirse he was. He was great. She just hadn't allowed herself to say it aloud since she left the hospital as a teen.

Her mouth opened attempting to say something but no words left her. We have to do something. But nothing came, only a hitched breath and a slight crinkling of her brow like she looked when she was examining a patient or chart that was proving difficult. As great as Lynden was, he was also incredibly difficult. But perhaps right now wasn't the best time to be feeling these things or having these faults. Perhaps never. Never. Never was good. A body fell right in the door of their tent which caused her to gasp, alarmed and look back to the scene. She followed his lead pulling her own wand from her jacket. Raising it on guard she held down the door (flaps as it were) while her Lynden mentor boss for today led the charge.

While some of the interns remained glued to the spot, scared and frozen, Saoirse was kicked into action by Lynden's directions. Whatever he wanted, she would deliver. Though his can't treat if dead could have used some more positivity. "Alright everybody. C'mon. Follow me. This way." She ushered a group of patients toward the far side of the tent where folks were being flooed out to another location eventually stopping on the way by one of the blonde healers cowering, staring by a stack of medical supplies in utter shock. She reached out to gently take his wrist giving it a squeeze. "Chase..." The young man didn't look right away and despite the chaos she stood there calm tugging at his arm again, this got his attention. "You heard Doctor Davis." She guided him quietly. "We have to floo everyone back to the hospital. You're the best at it so we need you, okay?" She managed the weakest of smiles doing her best to keep him and everyone calm no matter how rattled she really was.

"Yeah. Okay." The blonde man nodded before shaking it off and running toward the back of the tent to get to work.

Looking to Lynden solemnly she nodded that is until he mentioned leaving the tent. "What? N-" But before she could finish he was gone. Her mouth opened, her face utterly pathetic. Interns ran around her as did patients and she was a stillness in the mess. He said to stay here. He said... he said a lot of things. But he could get hurt. He could die. And she couldn't let that happen. A part of her that she hadn't fully felt since she was a child reared it's whiny head and it was deafening. She couldn't ignore it and so - she followed what it screamed. Out of the tent she went wand in hand firing spells, ducking behind objects, and making her way to near where he was to play defense.

"Reducto!" She moved a few more feet ducking behind crates. "Bombarda!" An explosion. She raced forward now in Lynden's line of sight (the blast certainly didn't help with subtlty). "Relashio!" Now mere feet from him she ducked behind a food truck occasionally firing off spells as she spoke to him out of breath and very obviously upset. "Don't you do that again!" She warned him angrily like a pissed of mother might a son, visibly upset for him leaving her behind.

TAG: LYNDEN DAVIS

[LYNDEN DAVIS]

Lynden quickly ducked out of the tent, hardly hearing Saoirse's protest uncertain where he was going only certain that he needed to get back under cover quickly. It may not have been quite daylight still but the spells shooting across the field were lighting the expanse enough that he could see quite clearly. Immediately he ducked behind the stall of some poor vendor who had, hopefully, taken cover inside the tent. Navigating his way away from the tent's opening was a slow progress of sprints and practically collapsing behind the next cover.

He was made to be a doctor, not a soldier dammit!

Finally, he found an adequate spot just around the side of the tent that would suffice. He pressed his back hard against the protection of the stack of boxes and began muttering spells under his breath. Casting whatever he could manage for protection. Again, he was no auror but he had learned enough in his travels to be able to make do.

Hopefully.

He was just finishing up his series of spells when Saoirse reached him, crouched behind his boxes and out of sight as he was, of course she had managed to find him. Lynden hissed in irritation at her reprimand, "We have work to do Saoirse, do not treat me like a child." He growled, eyes turning out from the tent to the expanse that he had crossed earlier and Lynden winced. Already it seemed like they were getting closer.

"I'll do whatever I need to get the job done."

Lynden wasn't one to sacrifice his life, and he certainly wasn't looking to but so long as one person drew breath in that field, injured or otherwise, he would be working. His fingers tightened around his wand and he cast a protego over them as a stray spell shot their way.

"I cannot have you just running into danger, as much as I appreciate you having my back." He admitted tersely, eyes glancing towards her but focused far more sharply on the field before them. They weren't targets now but they probably would be making ones of themselves soon. "The spells won't hold against too many attacks, I'm no auror, but we'll still have to get the injured in and away." However many they could manage to save.

Sheltering in place might have been a far wiser option, but Lynden had not become Head Healer by simple inaction.

"We're going to have to get moving soon."

[SAOIRSE BYRNE]

"I am not treating you like a child I am treating you like a man." She hissed back. In the heat of the moment and throws of battle she was undeterred. "A stupid, stupid man who is acting like a child." Contradictory much? Yes. But he would be wise not not argue with her in this moment. She couldn't remember the last time she had been this pissed at him (if ever). Pointing at him she continued to 'yell' at him in a raised whispered voice so not to be detected. "You do not leave me behind." She insisted. "We stay together. You will not toss me aside." She was insistent, unfathomable, and furious. Ok, so maybe there was some trauma to unpack there (quite a bit) as a result of him sending her back with her family years ago but she certainly didn't register it.

It was her turn to use protego as another spell launched at them and she directed her angry gaze back at Linden. "I am an adult, Linden Davis in case you haven't noticed. You-" She pointed at him again in warning throwing his own demand back at her. "Do not treat me like a child or you'll have more than those-" She pointed toward the commotion with her wand. "To worry about and I'm far scarier POed." Perhaps she should have said the full word. POed (for pissed off) didn't exactly strike fear into anyone.

"Like you said..." She straightened fixing her coat wand at the ready as she turned to protect his back. "We have work to do." Moving to take the lead she began to fire off defensive spells to make room for Lynden to return to his work creating a barrier or teleporting people out of harm's way. He was better at those sort of spells than she was and a better healer (even she could admit that, heck everyone could) so if he wanted to get to work she would give him the space to do what he truly excelled at. 

Stepping forward with each step she raised her wand overhead and low casting a defensive spell with each step jumping over the last one that she missed as it destroyed a shop cart. React quickly pretend it was intentional so he didn't worry... not that he would worry. "Well?" She glanced over her shoulder impatiently. "Are you going to get to work or not?" And in that moment it was clear exactly who her mentor had been to help shape her and it wasn't Titus.

[LYNDEN DAVIS]

Not treating him like a child and then calling him a child. Ha! "I am not acting like any child. I'm making sure we keep however many people we can alive tonight." If they had an outpost to keep people safe and get them away, if they had a place to stabilize them even if they couldn't fix them, they just might make it through the night with as few casualties as possible. As it stood though he wasn't as optimistic as he wanted to be. "Fine. We stay together." He sighed, still pissed at her tone and the audacity to chase him down but now was neither the time nor the place for that conversation.

"Keep up."

"Yes, you are an adult but you are still in *training,* you don't have the experience." Lynden had worked in high pressure situations, as much as he hated them, out in the field. Saoirse had neither the healing experience, no matter her time spent in hospital, or the combat experience - even if she was doing decently so far. "Right, well, let's worry about them first, shall we?" The situation would, more likely than not, only get more dangerous if he tried to leave her at the tent while he tended to the wounded littering the field. She'd only get herself hurt, or worse killed running around … PO'ed.

Lynden nodded brusquely at her repetition of his words. Work to do. Now wasn't the time for arguments no matter if he was in the right. Flexing his fingers around his wand he cast a few more protection charms and wards over the tent, praying that the extra layer would actually do something before turning back to Saoirse.

"It's Done."

He turned to the field, eyes sweeping it for the nearest body still breathing and he pointed towards the stands, where a crumpled body lay but seemed to still be alive. Hopefully, or this would be for nothing. "We need to get over there, to them." Lynden didn't move yet, hand clenching and unclenching around his wand. They would need to move fast, faster than he would think possible if they wanted to completely avoid notice. He wasn't going to slow them down.

"Protegos and a disillusionment charm, I think." He squinted his eyes, staring across the expanse once more, "Yes, that should do it."

"Let's go."

And Lynden was off again, this time making for the body having charmed himself as best he could given the circumstances. As long as no Avadas came his way he should be able to manage just fine.

[SAOIRSE BYRNE]

"Well then lets do that and not waste any time." She countered growing increasingly testy. It was an odd thing, being angry with someone in the room while others were trying to literally murder you. Horribly complicated but that was Lynden and Saoirse, wasn't it? Thankfully he eventually relinquished to her. That would stay together. Good. She was hellbent on that already so they were ahead of the curve.

"No better way to gain high pressure experience than in a high pressure environment." She ducked, narrowly avoiding a rogue spell. "I would dare to say this is pretty high pressure." And that was an understatement. Keep up? Did he seriously say that to her? She wasn't one of the bumbling interns or potions geeks. She was the one he had actually complimented. Or did he already forget? Leave it to Lynden to choose this exact moment to be difficult. He may not have been a stereotypical prince but he certainly was the king of (poor) timing. 

He was a master with how he cast his spells, finessed, practiced, and expert at work and it was difficult to juggle watching his back with spells of her own while also trying to catch glimpses of him at work. He was inspiring really. Something to aim for. She wanted to be like him in that regard. The best of the best. Most importantly she wanted to make him proud, catch his eye... in what way she couldn't be sure. She just craved his attention more than she really should.

Done meant onto the next step. Over the years both professionally and personally she had learned that Lynden liked to work quickly, little chit chat in between (which was probably why his bed manner tended to leave something to be desired). Saoirse herself was too in tune with others' feelings while often times ignoring her own until it consumed her. Occasionally though, they rugged their scary head like now. Bodies. There were bodies. Lifeless and unmoving. Still amidst the storm. That would be her one day... motionless. Paler than usual. A shell.

"Oh my Merlin..." The words left her quietly as she took it all in. There was no missing the dread in her voice, the realization, but it had little to do with the situation at hand. Only the realization of what her future held. That would be her. Dead, splayed on the floor, most likely forgotten about, as the world stepped right over her to continue on. It was ice water thrown at her in the moment and it took her a second to get back on track.

"Got it." She nodded to him in affirmation. Having a task distracted her mind and she was work mode once more. "Protegos. Got it." She affirmed again. That she could do - or at least she was determined to. And off they want. Racing across the area toward the stands she ducked under a railing and climbed the stairs firing off protegos as she went. Reaching the skinny older man propped up against a seat on the floor she reached out to gently take his shoulder.

"Sir... Sir... Are you okay?"

"I... I can't hear anything..." Otis, the new head of Beauxbatons whimpered pathetically, still holding his drink in a very shaky hand he took a sip. Blood getting all over the side of his face. In a daze he tried to take a sip of his almost empty cocktail only to miss his mouth and spill it down his front. "Twas a heck of a game wasn't it?" He gave a weak smile and a chuckle, out of it he then looked at Saoirse. "You seem lovely." He then lulled his head to look over at Lynden. "Is she lovely?"