He nodded at Cody's words, unable to speak as Noah's broken sob was followed by the bloke burying his head into his arm. He wanted, in that moment, to just draw his friend into his arms and hold him, but Cody was right. They needed to get him inside. They needed to get him to Pomfrey where things could be sorted. Then, maybe, Davy wouldn't need to panic anymore.

Davy considered the use of his wand to get Noah there faster; if they could float him, they could practically run. Flitwick had taught them well, though. When a person appeared to be injured by hexes, you never ever used a spell on them unless you knew precisely what you were about. Neither he, nor Cody, could claim that knowledge. And thus, they were faced with the prospect of four flights of steps, notwithstanding the steps up to the entrance.

"Who d'you suppose I'm going to have to kill for this?"

"Whoever it is, you'll have to wait until I'm done with him. Or them," Davy growled, almost missing the muttering that Noah went into then. "Say again, mate?" he murmured, reaching up and brushing gently at the fringe of hair at the top of his forehead. He listened carefully, and it was a wave of cold shock and anger that raced through him. If he had heard his friend correctly, the Head Boy was responsible. "Fishy?" he repeated the word he had thought he'd heard. The manner in which Noah gripped him was all he needed to know.

"Haddock," he said, looking over at Cody, his eyes dark and furious.

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