Gregory came down the stairs as fast as he could when he heard the loud crash followed by the screaming of the younger students from somewhere on the main floor of the dormitory. In most circumstances he would never run or hurry for anything, but this was an emergency and he didn't have time to waste. His cloak was billowing behind him and he was lucky that he didn't trip over it and fall, especially with Cheslock following so closely behind him. He quickly tried to think of where all the windows were located in the main floor of the dorm. There were several large picture windows scattered throughout the dorm and most of them were on the main floor, it must have been one of them that had caused the loud crashing noise he had just heard. Gregory bit his lip in trepidation, falling glass from one of those windows could seriously hurt someone. He didn't want to think of the kind of lacerations that could result from the glass, what if someone was seriously injured? He certainly didn't know any first aid and he was not sure if any of the other students knew any either.

He finally reached the front lobby and looked around and turned to Cheslock, "I think the sound came from somewhere over here," and darted off down the hallway where he thought the noise originated. His hunch was proved right as he saw students running away from that direction, a few of them crying and hanging onto their friends, but luckily so far no one seemed to be hurt that he could see. Violet ran into the next room and staggered into the main study area, it was normally filled with students gathered around the many tables and chairs that dotted the room, but now it was almost empty except for a few students who looked like they might have been hurt from falling glass. Violet looked over at the end of the room where normally a large and ornate stained glass window would be, but it was completely obliterated from a large oak tree that had been uprooted in the storm and was almost completely inside the study room. The force of the tree crashing through the window had overturned desks and bookshelves but it didn't seem to have landed on any of the students, he gave a small sigh of relief for that but his heart sank as he surveyed perhaps half a dozen young students who had been cut by the falling glass. Most were crying and a few seemed stunned, and there was a familiar person among them that he only recognized because of her long blonde hair. It was Josie, and she had one student holding on to her side as she struggled to help another to his feet. He was crying and holding onto a deep gash on his arm, even from a distance he could hear her say something soothing even though he couldn't hear the words as she carefully took the arm and bound it tightly with some linen she pulled from her pocket. The young boy was still crying but whatever she was saying to him seemed to have helped, and he stood up and wrapped his arms around her for comfort. She patted his back reassuringly and started to move to next boy she was closest too, a teenager with a small cut on his cheek who looked more stunned than hurt and was sitting there on the ground surveying everything with a dazed expression.

Violet gave Josie one last look and started to pull students up off the ground. He went to the nearest student who looked to be about his own age and hauled him to his feet, "are you hurt at all?" Violet asked the student, but the teenager only shook his head at him with eyes filled with panic, apparently he was too stunned to talk. He looked him over quickly to check for any injuries and pointed him to the door and safety. Once he saw that the teen was past the doors of the study room did he move to the next boy. Between himself, Josie, and Cheslock, the last students that remained in the study were taken out of the room and into the hallway where it was safer and away from the rain that was coming in through the broken picture window. Josie was the last one out, holding onto the two boys who clung to her like leeches, and holding the hand of the teenage boy who was stunned but otherwise unharmed. Gregory moved quickly, and with the help of Cheslock, closed the doors behind them and the howling of the wind grew muffled as it was sealed behind the heavy oak. They had no way to block off the broken window until the storm was cleared so until then making sure no one ventured into the study was the best they could do. He tried not to think of how much damage would be done to the study, everything inside would be ruined and have to be replaced, but at least no one had died or been seriously injured.

Now that the sound of the storm was muffled he went back to look over the students. Out of the six that had still been inside the study three of them were unharmed and he sent them on their way with strict instructions to return to their rooms. The other three needed some bandages, which they didn't have, and were the most severely injured. The boy with the cut on his cheek sat against the wall and was still in shock. Josie had wrapped her coat around him to keep him warm and under the circumstances that was the best that they could do for the time being. One of the boys that still clung to Josie had some nasty cuts on his back and the other had the gash on his arm that was the most worrying, it was still leaking blood and it fell in small droplets onto the floor. The poor boys eyes were welling up with tears again and he was biting his lip, probably in an effort to stay brave in front of so many people. Josie patted the boys back reassuringly, "you're being very brace right now, your parents will be proud of you." The boy looked up at her with gratitude, and wiped away the tears before they could fall and did his best to appear stoic. A small smile tugged at the corners of Violets mouth at the youths attempt to be brave in front of the lady. Gregory knelt down and carefully examined the arm, but there was nothing he could really do at this point. The bandage that Josie had made out of the linen was better than anything he could have done anyway. The only thing left to do was get the boys some actual first aid.

There was a loud knock on the front doors and they were pushed open without even waiting for someone to answer them as formality would normally demand, but seeing as this was an emergency this breach in etiquette could be overlooked. Instantly; perhaps a dozen or more people streamed inside, including the school doctor and nurse; and the other prefects along with other adults that he couldn't even name. They all rushed to the side of Gregory and the injured students, he stepped away so the doctor and nurse could tend to the wounded. However, the two boys that Josie had helped refused to leave her side and held her hand protectively. She smiled down at them and stayed with them as they were bandaged and eventually led off to the infirmary where is seemed they would need to spend the night. Josie watched them leave and gave a small wave as they left and the two boys waved back. Behind them the other adults looked inside the destroyed study and came to the same conclusion that he had, that nothing could be done until the storm had passed.

Violet went to stand next to Herman and Lawrence; Edgar had immediately rushed over and taken Josie in his arms protectively as soon as he spotted the poor girl. "My dear cousin! You have not been harmed at all have you?" He held the girls cheeks in his hands and gave her a chaste kiss on the nose, Josie blushed and looked embarrassed, apparently she was still not used to this kind of attention. Violet smiled even though it probably wasn't polite to grin at someone else's embarrassment. He hoped Edgar wouldn't try to kiss him too, but for now Redmond acted as if he hadn't even seen Gregory and he was just fine with the lack of attention from the male Redmond. All of the Red House prefects' attention was focused on Josephine anyway.

Herman clasped Gregory on the back un-expectantly and he had to repress a gasp at the sudden contact. He was not accustomed to being touched by anyone; even his own family members rarely touched him, even though he knew Herman meant no harm. "And how are you holding up Violet? It looks like you took care of things even before we got here; we are all lucky that no more students were hit by glass or even killed!" Gregory pulled his hood back over his face before answering, "It was only a minor emergency, and I don't see what all the big fuss is about." Herman laughed at his nonchalance and Lawrence merely raised an eyebrow at him as if he was unconvinced at his statement. Beneath his hood he shrugged at looked back over at Edgar and Josie, who was leading her off down the hall and out the front doors. "I insist on taking you to the infirmary to at least make sure you are not injured in any way. Are you certain that you do not feel faint? I know that in some emergencies young ladies tend to feel dizzy at some point," Edgar said with great poise and knowledge, as if he knew everything there was to know about women. Even from a distance his voice sounded insufferable. However, Josie did not protest and was slowly being led out the doors, she looked back over her shoulder with an apologetic look at Gregory, and then she was gone. He kept looking out the doors after her even though he couldn't see her anymore, and he didn't understand why he suddenly felt so lonely.