George may not have been an Auror who dealt with the worst, the rampages, the werewolves, the dementors or the inferi, but the sheer number of reports were beginning to overshadow everything else his department was trying hard to prevent. Not much information ever left the Department for Magical Law Enforcement that the public didn't need to know. The Prophet told them all of sightings, but never of how many. It was terrifying really. He gave a short sigh and passed a small smile. In all his exhaustion, it was a mere moment of vulnerability. They all shared it, they all had it. Yet it was his job to hide it, to make sure people felt safe, something of which had become a vague hope and dream. They weren't safe anymore and they all knew it. People couldn't leave there homes in fear of snatchers, Death Eaters or He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named himself. He glanced over to Caroline and nodded. She had a point. 

"I'll try to work those spells in there without reason. They are difficult." He'd leave out the Patronas Charm. Ever since his escorting trip, his ability to cast the charm, something which was required of all staff within the Department, had all but vanished. He couldn't beat his own fear of the creatures, he probably never would. "I'll try to keep it simple." He commented, sighing a little. He wasn't going to admit things. He wasn't going to give everyone else a reason to think he was weaker than he really was. Not when he was supposed to be a Hit Wizard. Of course he wasn't an Auror, he was too temperamental for that. However, there were times when even he suspected they'd detected this weakness, this underlying fear and insecurity about the world now. 

He picked his head back up when she spoke. The nerves were clear, they were more obvious than he'd first noticed.

"Yes, things are getting out of hand. We've already lost two this month. The Auror's are struggling. With the students going back in a few weeks, numbers will be even further down. We can't leave them without protection." He spoke almost without sound. People didn't need to know, that's what he'd been told. Sure panic would flurry if everyone knew but at the same time, leaving people in the dark was the worst option. People would be blind as to what was truly happening. "I was only eleven. I remember being scared and being forced to stay at school over the Christmas holidays but that's it. I remember the teachers being scared too, everyone was but I don't remember much else. It feels worse this time." They'd stop it all though... They had to. Not matter what it took, they would stop all this madness, even with the help of a foreign government. Yet even they weren't without fear. The giants weren't just coming from Scotland and the highlands. There were reports of Austrian and Hungarian giants on the move. 

George gave out a short sigh and shakily stood up straight. He needed to compose himself, completely. 
"This doesn't leave your mouth. I'll lose my head if it gets out. Its as bad as the Ministry says it is and that's all anyone can know." His tone rose and a somewhat authoritive sound took over. He wouldn't allow the panic and the mayhem to be put on his head. "Just keep everything I've told you to yourself, I can't have a riot on my hands." He was already on probation for all his years of accidents and mishaps. He stepped out the way of the door once more, giving Caroline leave to head back to her own office. He was grateful for the conversation, to share his concerns with another so easily. 

He moved his hands into his pockets, pushing himself into his usual character. He didn't smile however, instead he simply furrowed his eyebrows and waited. It was a silent moment before something caught his ear. 
"Morsmordre."
He pulled his wand from his pocket and pushed against the door. He could feel a similar force on the other side. He could hear panicking too, shouting, screaming. He glanced over to Caroline and pushed harder. With the force of a higher number of people on the other side of the door, they swung open and forced George back against the wall. He could hear the sounds of other offices emptying to see exactly what had caused the panic. Yet with the sheer number of people in the halls now, he couldn't even move. 

From what he could see, inside the room stood a huge, wide green mist. The same green mist that each person knew so well. His heart started pounding. People were dashing about, running back and forth, finding friends and hurrying towards the lifts. He began to push forwards, elbowing his way towards the door. He was the only wizard on his floor who would have any idea how to tackle whatever had caused the mark in there. He pushed towards the doors, shoving his own way. He feet carried him along with the crowd, eventually shoving him up against a wall. 

"Bombarda!" He yelled. The noise itself was enough to cause everyone in the halls to stop. Yet the sight of the walls opening and stone scattering into the air caused more ruckas than needed. George threw himself into the office once again and made a quick gesture with his wand. He wasn't skilled at unspoken magic but silently casting a restricting charm worked at treat with people like the man before him. George watched the man fall, arms and legs trapped by his sides. It was only on closer inspection that George noticed something. He furrowed his eyes and swore loudly. How did this get past security? They checked for the Imperius curse.. He turned slowly back to Caroline and frowned.