Carth, as part of his training, had been sent to St. Mungo's to look into a injury that the Ministry had suspected had been inflicted by dark magic, if not by a Death Eater. Obviously, nothing had been confirmed yet but he was supposed to ask around and see if he could figure something out. He had been in training for four months now and had been told he was near to the end. If anything, Carth was worried about messing up the months of training and years at Hogwarts and University that he had put in.
Walking through the halls of St. Mungo's, Carth tugged on one of the cuffs of his shirt sleeves. He was very persistent about dressing well while he was on the job. He turned a corner and saw the information desk before him. Carth was about to walk up and ask which room belonged to the subject in question when he heard the crack he knew went along with apparition.
Loud gasps went up all around him as people's heads turned. Spinning around, Carth's eyebrows flew up. Two younger girls had just arrived - one looking like she might literally die any moment. People were rushing around not seconds later, and Carth decided he had best talk to someone about this. What had happened? Deciding to add this new happening to his list of things to investigate today, he walked up to the second girl - blonde, shorter than him.
"Hello," He greeted her, extending a cautious hand. "I'm part of the Ministry's Magical Law Enforcement Department. Once your friend is being taken care of, would you have a moment to explain what happened?" To be honest, Carth hated the way he had been taught was the "proper" way to address people he dealt with on the job. He would much rather have spent time consoling the girl, but he did need some sort of information if he could get it. He wanted desperately to be of some assistance, as usual.