No, he'd never seen this before and that he hadn't sent a shiver of fear up his spine that he didn't want to admit to. They were at school. They were at Hogwarts. Stuff like this didn't happen here. Clearly Haddock was a Death Eater. He had to be, for Davy couldn't imagine anyone but a Death Eater doing anything like this to anyone. Noah mumbled again and then, as they made the steps, the poor lad puked again. This time Davy didn't hesitate to yank out his wand clean up the mess; the spell was easy enough and Noah seemed less panicked than before.

"I'm sure Pomfrey will know what to do," he commented as they passed by knots of students headed, ostensibly, towards their commons as the festivities were still letting out. "She's sorted me out plenty. You hear that, Noah? Remember when I almost was killed by the willow? Or that time when I hexed myself in the mirror and ended up with puss-filled bubbles all over my face? Or that time when I turned my toes into blueberries? She always got me sorted; she's brilliant, at it."

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