At some point, Kingsley’s brain had gone haywire. His colleagues were behaving professionally ━ like they’d been in a likewise situation before, but he was close to losing it. There were six kids dead, their bodies mutilated in ways he’d never even been able to imagine before. Oh yes, he was definitely losing it.
They were discussing victim number three, Florence Caulfield, who had suffered from some electricity or lightning based attack. With his head in his hands, Kingsley’s sleep-deprived, delirious brain had replied with “well, that must’ve been a shocking experience”, before realizing that was definitely not an appropriate reaction, judging by the look of the others.
In an attempt to diffuse the tension and escape the glares coming his way, he declared he needed some air, only to open the door and almost walk straight into another figure.
“I do apologize,” He spoke quickly, holding out a hand if they needed to be steadied and a regretful expression on his face. “Are you quite alright?”
Minerva frowned - students bumping into her were on a regular basis, but she expected more from Aurors, from people like Kingsley who need to be collected- while she understood it, she understood why the other was petrified, unscanned, unsure; she was also a professional and had a good exterior masque.
Age and experience matter for sure.
‘ I am not, but thank you for asking, dear Kingsley.’ her voice was stern. ‘ You don’t look alright, perhaps a walk around the castle would help you? I have some spare minutes.’