Celandine smiled blearily at Rex and shook her head. No she wasn't okay but also no she didn't need help. She gestured vaguely towards the headmaster and sort of raised her hand.

"I'm... I can do a lot of basic healing, Sir." Like bandaging and setting limbs and healing scratches and conjuring antiseptic. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to do a thing about what 'Samuel Huxley' did to her though.

She looked up towards the stairs again, wondering if they were at the 5th floor yet, but unable to say a thing about what she knew. She peeked at Jack and whispered, "This is Jake's..." The wand in her hand she meant. Hers was... who knew? She hadn't seen it in weeks, she'd dropped it when 'Huxley' had taken her.

And the split second they'd stopped talking at the Imperiused kids... there they went. Cela slumped against the wall, feeling somewhat defeated.