*thump*

Deja vu. That's what she was experencing as she looked up at the sky, trying to get her breath back. Flashbacks to a certain History of Magic class. Only, this time it had been a much harder landing, since there wasn't a fort to break her fall. Still though, it seemed that the only thing that was broken was her nose from back on the train. Pulling herself up off the ground, she heard an adult voice calling for those with serious injuries to come to them and all other's to seek out a prefect. Well, a broken nose wasn't that serious, was it? It could be fixed with a simple episkey, so Emmanuelle thought no. In fact, she would've fixed it herself, except that she would most likely say it wrong, she knew she now sounded like she had a cold. Oi. "Could I see a prefect over here, please? Only take a minute," she said as loud as she could, with her nose being broken and all. And yep, there was that annoying stuffed up sound.