George couldn't help but let his mind reel over every suspect, every vermin, every single wizard that had been so previously locked away. Somehow he fixated on the face of a blonde haired man, curled and short, with callous blue eyes that held an intent for purity so strong that it had made every Diagon Alley trip almost unbearable. Fingers twisted around the wand out of sheer habit before his attention shifted back to Caroline. So many within the building hadn't ever witnessed what laid beside Caroline now. George walked briskly over and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

"Stay there. Don't move." He murmured, angling her carefully so that no amount of Kay was visible. Checking over her shoulder, George made fully sure that Caroline couldn't see should she have taken even the shortest second to spin and see exactly what was behind her. "If you're going to open your eyes, look ahead. Do not turn around." He stammered. His voice was a strange brew of serious and tender. Compassion wasn't his strong but, nor was empathy, yet he held Caroline's shoulders for the shortest second before letting go to deal with the matters at hand. With a step to the right, he walked over to Kay and waved his wand. It wasn't his job to clean up the battle ground but as Kay's body floated gently in the air, arms hanging lifelessly and legs hung life a child's doll, George felt today was necessary. Usually Oblivators followed after an incident, but no doubt there were far too many of those now. 

George lowered her down onto the ground with sympathy and felt that familiar twinge of sheer morality. He tucked his wand into his robes and pushed the girl's mouth and eyes shut, at least attempting to make the death look peaceful. Unforgiveables weren't common. They were strong, dangerous and the sign of someone truly powerful; being on the receiving end was never pleasant. George had his count on one out of three, and although he suspected his end would be to the third, he had no real intention of completing the tally. A push from his thighs and George was standing again, all 5'10, bushing hair and grisly, unkempt appearance. Ideally Caroline needed to be out of the room, however there wasn't time. 

He could hear noises from elsewhere on the floor. The room he stood in seemed almost like a sanctuary, a safe place in all the turmoil - however with a member of the dead and the man who'd killed her. George let his feet carry him over to the limp man, nose flaring from simple rage. He couldn't understand how this was happening. The Ministry's entrances detected this sort of thing. How had they not gone off? He stood motionless above the man, staring down into the grayness of his eyes. There was someone behind those eyes and he didn't have a clue who. It could have been anyone. For all he knew, it could have been the Dark Lord himself, of course then George would have been honored... After a moment of short inspiration, he turned his attention back to Caroline.

"I need you to go find an Auror. It doesn't matter who, I can't deal with him-" [i]It's not my job[/i] "He needs securing somewhere, ideally where he can't hurt anyone." He spoke sharply, all his previous compassion gone. This was serious and with Caroline out of the room, he could at least have a moment to get something out of the idiot beneath him. He knelt down and yanked the wand from his hand. Whoever had done this to him had either done it in or out of the Ministry. He hoped to hell it was within.. Outside clearly meant far too much.