Emalyn looked down from her spot on the stands and noticed Dominic passed out. Her heart thudded. What the heck? Was he alright?

She stood up, peering over at him. "Someone should get the nurse...or, um...can we levitate him or something?!" Emalyn found it hard to raise her voice too high. Of course she couldn't conjure a good levitating charm, but someone had to! Or at least do something.
"What the heck?" she found herself saying out loud.

She jumped as the Ravenclaw Prefect started to speak...she didn't even feel the boy walking towards them, which was weird in the first place, it was as if he just appeared out of thin air. Then again, it was Hogwarts, and weird things tended to happen in here.

And then he spoke louder, at which point Kaika's eyes widened, what was wrong with HIM, now?

WHAT?! Hit him?! "Hey! What are you looking at me for?" she said, as she eyed the boy in question and crossed her arm across her chest, she would never hit Dominic or anyone else for that matter outside of Quidditch, "Weren't you watching the game? Probably YOUR Seeker, Miss Morgan was the one to do this..." she started to say, there was no way she was telling it was the Gryffindor Seeker, right?

But she never ended her last sentence, because another girl began to speak, "Is he okay?" No, he was certainly not okay, but that's something not even Kaika knew, he could've hit his head too for all she knew. And then, yes, she had to ask...

Kaika's eyes watered a bit...because him being dead was out of the question..."N-No! He's not dead..." she said, and unfolded her arms, "...see? He's breathing" and pointed out to the boy laying in the Stands.

Could he hear? Probably not, but still..."Denton! Wake up!" she ordered, and what was it that muggles did when someone was unconscious? Water, right?

"Aguamenti" she muttered, before the water started to spill from her wand and into Dominic's face...because he had to wake up, now!

"I'm not looking at you - I'm looking at all of you." He waved his hand around even as a few more people walked up asking if he was dead. "I was busy watching the stands so that nobody was fighting so things like this wouldn't happen - what are you doing now?!" A stream of water squirted out of the girl's wand and hit the boy on the face. "You're getting blood all over his shirt!"

Good. Yes, he was watching everyone, except Dominic apparently, because he would have noticed this incident. Yet, who in their sane state would watch the Stands instead of the Quidditch field? That was...amazingly incredible. She wouldn't be capable of doing so, then again, a Prefect could.

"I'm getting blood out of his face! And..." she stopped, she thought it could work, "...was trying to wake him up" because that was the only reason she was staying, making sure he indeed waked up, or at least got taken care of in any other way, "At least I'm doing something" she whispered.

But, getting blood over his shirt?! As if that was the main issue here!

"Dead!?" Who said that!? Who dared to say- Miranda turned to see the girl standing next to her. And then she poked him too. Snort.
"Noooo... No, ofcourse not..." she chuckled nervously. Death made her nervous.
She nodded as Emalyn spoke
"Yeah, a levitating charm would be good... But I'm not that good at it though..." She could try... Taking out her wand, Miranda muttered, "Wingardium leviosa" but the only thing moving was his hair. It looke like he had been electrocuted, and an eyelid was jerking open. He looked soooo weird at that moment.

Then the Ravenclaw prefect, who Miranda remembered haven given him a Ravvie flag, started to discuss with Kaika. Uh no.
"Okay, okay, everybody just calm down-" Miranda stood up but froze standing with her arms out to her sides. Confused. She hadn't really seen herself as the focused one.
But just then a stream of water was pouring all over Dominic. Miranda grimaced and hopped back, not wanting the bloody water on her. Hope he doesn't drown or anything...

Holding her breath, she waited to see if the Huffie Prefect would wake up after that shower.

Stirring slightly upon feeling something poke him, Dominic refused to open his eyes still. It was all just a bad dream; it had to be because there was really no other option. He was dead. Dead and surrounded by people, mourning over his tall, fifteen year old, five foot ten athletic body.

And then, here comes the ritual sprinkling of water.

Oh wait, that's not just a sprinkling!! EEP! Eyes quickly opened to blurriness before him, hardly making out the shapes of his teammates and the Ravenclaw Prefect hovering over him. Bickering over something. Because right now, all he wanted was sleep, yet he knew that he shouldn't for fear of slipping into an unconscious state again.

"Could you take your whining elsewhere? I'm likeeee doinggggg stufff...." the Hufflepuff Prefect stammered out, shakily standing up in the stands and not even noticing his bloodstained wet shirt. Yes. He was totally doing stuff - of which he had no idea what, but that was besides the point, right? At least he could stand. Sort of.