"Get off!" Her precious clothes were being tugged and Junia was quickly crossing the bridge from annoyed to angry. Why wouldn't they just GO already? She swatted as best she could, duster still on hand from before. She'd be needing to return it eventually, but for now it was her only source of protection. That, and well, her wand. She was a bit hesitant to use that, though. She might miss and hit a classmate.

Eyes on the Gryffindor crazy boy rolling around, she decided that actually, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if she did hit a classmate with a spell...

They needed a better plan and running was looking more and more appealing.