"No!"

She'd sensed it even before the inferi came pouring into the entrance hall, that they were going to get in. The sound of the door giving way to them sent a shiver down Junia's spine and she shrieked, looking around at the others. Nothing she'd read about or practiced could've prepared her for this. For the experience of being up close to the undead. They'd been people, these corpses, and now they were...

Her thoughts were interrupted as the inferi lashed out and the seventh year jumped back, nearly stumbling over the bottom step of the staircase. Her siblings were hiding up there. She had to protect them. It was her job. She had to do her job...

"Focalia." The bundle of firewood appeared at her feet and she thanked merlin that she'd remembered the spell. "Incendio." As the heavy pieces of wood caught fire, the seventh year looked up, making sure she had a clear path in front of her to do what she needed to do.

One by one she used her wand to launch the pieces of burning firewood at the inferi closest to her and the staircase, hoping to burn them, break their bones, do damage. She felt so angry that this was happening again. That again people she loved were in danger in a place where they were supposed to be safe. It sparked a fire in her that fueled her need to fight and that might've been the only thing keeping her from falling apart because Merlin knew she wanted to.

Looking around for the nearest professor, the slytherin hoped for guidance. She was one of the oldest students in the entrance hall and she'd help however she could, but she didn't have a plan. Please let someone have a plan.