It's Raining Men Finished

Kreszentia had been so focused on bringing her arm down onto this poor student's neck that she didn't notice the prefect spectating the little fight going on here. So when her arms were suddenly restrained and her movement was impeded, she found that she was quickly caught off guard. Though startled by the new person, her fury was nowhere near quelled.
She whipped her head around to see just who had the gall to try and stop her from finishing the job, surprised to find a stern looking member of her peer group instead of a big, hulking upperclassmen. This pissed her off significantly less than what the boy under her feet had done, but it still wasn't enough to calm her down. She hurriedly regained her bearings and was able to snatch her hands from the girl, right as Kludd had gotten back on his feet to come scoop her up.

No longer able to thrash and struggle without hurting her friend, she just remained tense in Kludds grip, glowering down at the poor Slytherin she had so mercilessly beaten into the floor. Now partially pacified, she could actually make out what everyone was saying and immediately heard Kludd claim that she didn't need to do that. Typical. She huffed, still not taking her eyes off her victim.
"Mist." She hissed, swinging her feet a bit as a sign she wanted to be put down. Lightly enough not to kick her handler and hurt him, though.

    Lucette struggled to grapple with the girl (?), cursing at her weak eleven-year-old body. Even though it was undoubtedly a conflict she was losing, she didn't allow herself to give up. Any further blows on the pupil on the floor would torment her. Her arms were liberated when the towering child with the long hair just strolled over and pulled up the blonde as if they were just a fluffy, vicious cat. She sank backward, panting; the short moment of toil had depleted her of her strength, but that didn't stop the fire from boiling within her. She let her face writhe into an intense scowl before standing up, dusting off her robe. She stared daggers at Kreszentia, her voice coming out as a loud, authoritarian bark.

    "What in Merlin's beard are you even doing?! Attacking another student!?" The small attacker seemed to be subdued by their tall companion, at least for now. She strode a little forward, eye-level with the delinquent. "I'm offering you two choices, either you assist your victim in taking him to the Hospital Wing, or you can have a nice little march and a conversation with our venerated Headmaster."

    The small child glared back at her, a growl forming in their throat. They were quickly subdued by the taller friend, who patted them like an animal, whispering something that Lucette assumed were words to encourage them to follow the route with the less trouble. Reluctantly, they were released from the boy's grip, shuffling over to the fallen child and picking up his feet. Through the blue scarf, a genderless gruff voice spoke quickly. "Grab his shoulders." 

    Lucette let out a shaky breath, thanking the stars that the student didn't fight back. She strolled over and grabbed the student. Thanks to the help, the two were able to lift him, a low groan escaping his mouth. Lucette gritted her teeth, cringing at how much pain he might have been in. The tall lanky student stood awkwardly for a moment, before coming over to assist the two. The three awkwardly shuffling their feet, they carried the student out of the library, a small trail of blood following them. As they left, a disapproving and frustrated groan came from the librarian. Lucette cringed. She would get an earful about leaving a mess later.