Their attempts to stop the inferi only seemed to succeed in making the undead more persistent, more aggressive, more desperate in their attempts to get what it was they came for. She was aware of some of the group running off, disappearing from view on a mission to put a stop to all this, but she didn't have to think about her decision to stay. She was rooted to the spot, scared, and firing whatever spells she could think of to hold them off even as panicked voices around her cried out about a wounded Daisy. This couldn't be happening.

The seventh year had made the mistake of turning her attention to the younger girl, concern clouding her judgement, and it was only seconds before she was being shoved backwards on to the steps behind her, the violent fall causing her to smack her head on the edge of a step, the pain sharp and white hot right behind her eyelids. She could feel hands on her, register the strong and sharp nails slicing through her clothing, cutting skin, searching for something she did not possess. It was all she could do to cast a knockback jinx, hoping to get some distance between herself and the one coming at her, hoping to buy herself enough time to sit up....and then everything stopped.

It was like everyone was moving in slow motion..

Junia felt dizzy as she pushed herself upright and the Slytherin put her free hand out to steady herself, the pounding pain in her head making it hard to focus on what was happening around her. She was disoriented, confused, unaware of the blood staining the back of her head. Something was very wrong.

Her gaze fell on the burning portraits and she numbly stumbled towards them, someone needing to put them out. Why wasn't anyone putting them out? Why wasn't anyone mov--

Then chaos.