time: 11:53pm date: may 15, 1945 location: underground (air raid shelter) availability: open
Normally, Isaac preferred to stick to the rules of his job, as he didn’t exactly want to get fired, but, in his opinion, saving dozens or even hundreds of ordinary people was far more important than protecting just one man. Ushering families and groups of friends towards the nearest air raid shelter, he finally headed underground himself after ensuring the safety of everyone on the streets.
Hearing a faint sound behind him, he jumped, startled, and said softly, “Lumos.” Light shone upon the other person’s face, and he somewhat recognized them. “Are you coming?” he asked them. “Come on, let’s get to the air raid shelter.” He held out a hand to them, and, after a few moments of his hand hanging awkwardly in the air, simply took their hand and pulled them along with him. “No time to dawdle.”










