It was my first day in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts office, but it hadn't been very eventful so far. My two colleagues had drunk lots of coffee to keep alert before realising I had joined the office, so they were very jittery. I let them get on with it.
So both men were out of the office, and I was absent-mindedly levitating my quill. Then, a memo zoomed into the room with such force that it blasted a hole in the heavy wooden door. Reparing the hole, I leaped from my chair. The quill floated slowly back to the dusty floor.
'Cursed car tyre sighted near Ministry entrance,' I read. 'Affected by an Animating charm, rolling at high speed into anything or anyone that gets in its way. Please attend to urgently.'
I didnt have a clue what to do, but used the floo network to get to the atrium of the MoM. Then I exited the Ministry by foot, to attract as little muggle attention as possible. I walked round one corner, up one road, down another, until I saw it.
A crowd of muggle schoolchildren were grouped around a small, tearful girl who had been knocked to the ground, and a boy was struggling with the sturdy black rubber as if it were desperate to escape his grasp.
'What happened here?' I asked, kindly.
'aaaaa, the...the...tyre, it,-it got, m-me. aaaaa.' said the poor girl.
'I'll just see to the tyre, then I'll clean you up,' I comforted her, as I noticed the crimson specks on her grazed knee.
I made as if I were helping the boy, but I pulled out my wand beneath my jacket. I muttered the counter-curse, and the tyre shuddered, then lay still on the cool concrete road.
'Now to sort you out, hun' I turned to the girl.
I knew a bit about muggle healing becasue my mum is a muggle 'doktar' and she taught me a bit of first aid when she found out I would be going to Hogwarts. 'Got to prepare yourself' she had said.
I used a wet piece of tissue (conjured in my pocket) to clean the wound, and bandaged it up. (bet you can guess where that dressings came from!)
'There. Alright now?' I asked.
'Thank you, I'm ok now' the girl said, still at the trying-to-stop stage of crying. I gave her a piece of tissue, and walked off. At the end of the road, I disapparated home as it was the end of my shift. I think the girl might have seen me, but who would believe her anyway? She had fallen, could have knocked her head. And I modified everyone's memories so they all got a few details wrong when they told someone. No one will ever know. ;) I still dont know who cursed the tyre though...