 Prof, Derf, Stasya, Abey Gryffindor for life Notorious Niffler
The thought that Stasya had maybe wanted to pour the mixture over the popcorn hadn't occurred to Emmeline, really. She was fairly single minded at the best of times, and even more so when time was almost up and they had to finish and--
And then there was butter flying everywhere from the next table, and the first year cried out in pain as the scalding butter came in contact with her cheek, and all down her right arm and hand (the side closest to Derf's table). This stuff really HURT! It was burning already, and Emmeline was disturbed to smell hair burning from her arm. Fortunately, the butter hadn't splashed high enough to hit her eye, though it had totally drenched their table.
Tears sprung to the first year's eyes, and she gritted her teeth as hard as she could to keep more screams from escaping. Speaking of escaping, she was relieved to see that Stasya had been able to duck under the table just in time; her friend wasn't hurt, right?
But Derf was. Without Stasya and Etta sitting between her at the tables, she had a clear view of her Hufflepuff friend. The desolate expression on his face made Emmeline's heart hurt, though there wasn't any butter splashed on that. She had been about to jump up and go over to him when Abey had come barreling through to do just that. Good.
Still, the room was in chaos and Professor Marchand hadn't seemed to notice her friend's injuries. Emmeline got up slowly, trying to hold her burnt arm/hand super still, and walked to the table next door so that she was standing next to the boys.
"P-Professor!", she called urgently. Her voice wasn't too steady, because it was hard to talk properly when she felt like she was on fire and tears were streaming down her face. "D-derf nee..needs h-help!" And she wasn't moving from this spot until he got it, nope. There was butter ALL over Derf's face, and judging from how much her face hurt just from the cheek down, he must be in a LOT of pain. And, she was sure all that butter on his robes might soak through to his skin and this whole thing was too much for the Gryffindor. She hated seeing her friends hurt when she couldn't DO anything about it more than anything in the whole world.
She hoped she wasn't making him feel worse by standing here, because of course he'd feel guilty; Derf was the most gentle person ever, how could he not? Even though he shouldn't. But she couldn't leave him and Abey until the professor had healed him, she just couldn't.
"I-it's not..." she paused and started again, trying to make her voice sound at least somewhat normal. "It's not..y-your fault. Every...everyone m-messes u-up sp-spells." It was just bad luck that it was a heating spell, and butter liked to splash places when it melted. And then it was back to gritting her teeth again to keep from making more stupid noises from the stupid pain, hoping the professor would come over soon.
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