Skrumpkiin was right behind Sioni as they ran to the two fallen Seekers, but he only glanced at his teammate when Sioni knelt beside her. He was jostled by excited exuberant Gryffindors who were congratulating each other and kissing and generally being obnoxious.

He tried to make his way to Millie but there were already too many people in the way. Through the mess he heard her voice.

“I go-go-got it” She gulped. “I got it.”  

 "You got it Skrumpette!"

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Stop crying Millie, we won!”

That was when Skrumpkin managed to get his shoulder against Nat and shoved, pushing hwi was through the red crowd to his sister just as she puked onto her teammate’s feet.

“I think somebody should take her to the Hospital wing?” Said Skrumpkin, putting his arm around her shoulder.

“Come on, Mil, let’s get you seen to.”

“How’d I do Humph?”

“Too bloody whatsit,” Said Skrumpkin. “Good.”

Madam Pomfrey, having sent an unconscious Shanley off to the Hospital wing, came over and took Millie’s face in her hand and looked into her eyes.

“Right, you others. Stand back. Here’s another for the bed,” She said waving her wand at a stretcher which obediently drifted over. “Come on now. No arguments.”

Skrumpkin looked around at the groups of celebrating Gryffindors and headed back toward the castle after his sister.

 


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