The splinched muggle was gone from where she'd been attended to. Gideon had used the same spell as Edgar and was now on a platform dueling. Fabien looked as if he was trying to tally the number of people in the room, he looked down at his watch and then went to fight with Alastor. Three people were laying at his feet. Dorcas didn't have time to think about when or how Fabian arrived but she caught his eye and nodded. He didn't know for what and neither did she. Maybe just to say still fighting.
Most of the muggles were out of the bank. There were a few scattered but in smaller groups crouched against the sounds, the lights and noise. There was a small but steady fire lapping at the walls which everyone had to ignore caused by the lightning earlier or by some unknown spell. This could take the remainder of the day if it all went well and she could hear the distant wail of an ambulance. The other members of the Order were occupied. The last time they were caught out like this, it had not gone well. If everyone from the Order and some of the muggles made it out alive, Dorcas would classify this as a success.
She got low as she could and started running toward them. Fabian could see her mouthing something.
"Forty-two, forty-one, forty, jump, thirty-eigth, thirty-sev-", they heard as she went streaking past to every member.
The muggles were still all cowering, scattered throughout the room. Emmeline was being cruel for what they had made her feel earlier. A wizard was begging for his life under her wand but a timer started ticking down in her head.
"Twenty-two, twenty-one, twenty, nineteen, jump, eighteen-"
Gideon had jumped when she had said to but understood a moment later.
"Eight, jump, six, five-"
Because they were counting in their heads also, when Dorcas got to zero, they all jumped and as they did she pushed all the tiles away from herself and the entire floor slid out from under their feet like a ribbon knocking everyone standing to the ground. The muggles were now, at least concentrated in one part of the room.
Gideon collected some of the wands that had dropped. Even though he had fallen, the young man with the blond hair had fallen like an auror: his wand was still in his hand. He called out something in another language and maneuvered on his side and pointed at the fire which roared to life. They had to leave fast now. The fire shot toward the hole in the ceiling and sucked some of the air out of the room and even the young man with blond hair shielded himself against the heat and light. That was all the time she needed. Several members of the Order and muggles felt a blast of air on their faces temporarily disarming but since it didn't get in the way of what they were doing, they continued to round up the muggles despite the roaring in their ears.
"Engorgio!"
Even the fallen death eaters turned to see Dorcas with her wand pointing at the fire but she had not called it. She pulled a curtain of thick, black smoke into the room. So thick it temporarily shielded the sunlight from above it. Only the door of the bank glowed softly, dimly with day as she, Edgar, Fabian and the muggles they could get to spilled out into the space between the bank and the shielding charm with slightly clearer air but still smokey and filled with coughing muggles. The small lights of wands went up. One of the bank tellers who had been pulled out said absently that the walls were shaking, in between wheezing gasps. Emmeline was barking orders for muggles to hold on floating from the broom and, unlike Dorcas pleading with them earlier, no one hesitated with this woman with wild hair and eyes, the very image of a witch. Gideon ran out last bringing the remainder of the muggles out with Alastor clutching a handful of wands. The sound of the ceiling caving in sounded and Dorcas couldn't tell if the sound of apparating was from them moving the muggles, coming from inside the bank or both.
