When Sylvia finally reached the bottom of the steps, she gasped and her hand flew to her mouth. There were injured students, Professor Marchand, and dismantled bodies of Inferi strewn across the floor. It was a site that could make anyone sick. She looked around, noticing that man of the portraits had been burned, as well as the giant doors of the castle. Those would take some time repairing.

But right now she knew she needed to help with the injured. She walked over to her friend and put a hand on her shoulder. "Penny how can I help?" She knew there was something she could do to alleviate the stress she could see in her friends face.