Secret Blossom Ball Event Finished

Mentioning: @May Moonstar

Interacting with: @Ariana Walker

The fire seemed to be dying down a bit and the dancing orange flames seemed to get further in the distance as they grew smaller, Janet couldn't see the exact reason for them disapearing but she was grateful for whoever had done it. The thick cloudy grey smoke was still lingering in the air however.

Ariana seemed to be limping a bit but before Janet could direct her attention to making sure she was okay she was surprised by the arrival of none other than May Moonstar, a personal friend of hers.

“Are you guys alright? Y~you need my help?”

Janet opened her mouth to respond but before she could get out a word she was surprised by a sudden coughing fit, the smoke from the fire had clogged up her throat and she gasped struggling to breathe.

“N-Not now May! Said Ariana angrily.
“I~is Ari alright? Sh-should I call someone else? you want to rest or what? Do you know the Extinguishing spell?"
“No I don't know it, and in any case I bloody well can't get over to the flames, I don't plan to either, unless you want to be roasted to death!”

Janet couldn't blame Ariana too much for her sudden outburst, she knew that May was only trying to help and she was grateful for it, but the ball hadn't exactly gone to plan and on top of the fire and the mosps no one was in the best of moods.

“I- I'm sorry May, I didn't mean too, I'm just annoyed that's all. I won't rest, no time for that- I'm going to try and fly out of here, unless-” She paused to look at May for a second, “how are you getting away from the ball?”

That was indeed a very good question, as far as she could see May didn't have a broom on her, Janet didn't have time to worry about this however as she started coughing uncontrollably.

She needed water.

Janet didn't want to hurt her throat even more by talking so she merely nudged Ariana and pointed to her throat and then to the tables. She was beggining to be able to breathe more easily however and she noticed that the fire seemed to have disapeared completely by now and the smoke was clearing, she didn't know where it had all gone so suddenly but she didn't have time to worry about that, she simply had to get to the tables and the jugs of water. She could breathe but her throat was still painfully dry and she needed to quench her thirst. Hearing the screams of her fellow students made her feel awful, she should be doing something to help them, but she was useless... anyway she had to focus at the task at hand, get some water and then escape before even more harm could come to her or Ariana who seemed to have an injured ankle that was obviously causing her pain, maybe she would be able to bandage it up with a wet cloth or something? All the more reason to get straight to those water jugs.

Action: Getting Ariana's attention so they can go to the water jugs by the table

Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 10
Wisdom: 2
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy:9

Interacting With: @Elsian Cox @Alexis Asterion

When your vision is blocked by smoke and the sound of spells being cast is obvious, the first thing that most people would probably react is to panic. Add in not liking conflict and Logan was in full blown panic mode. Instinctively, Logan grabbed hold of Elsian's hand and gripped it tightly as the smoke around them blocked most of the view. The little Hufflepuff could just see the outline of the girl they were following and over the sound of yelling and spells being cast she could hear the question of what their names were.

"Probably not the greatest time for small talk, kind of being attacked." Logan muttered as she followed behind. She was stressed out and she knew that she shouldn't be rude about it. "Logan, my name is Logan." She wasn't going to answer for Elsian, he could answer himself if he felt like it.

At this point Logan just wanted to leave. The voices around her were just combining together but a few voices were the most prominent.

"Guys, do you hear the professors?" she called out the the other two, now gripping Elsian's hand like her life depended on it. She was honestly scared of what the outcome of this event was going to be now. How many people were going to end up injured or in trouble?

"We need to find a way out of here before one of us gets seriously hurt," Logan again called out to the other two, keeping the other girl in her sight, afraid to lose her in the smoke and crowds of students.

At this point Logan didn't even care about the mosps, they all seemed to be distracted at this point and were attacking someone else. The chances of them getting attacked seemed mostly slim at this point, although they were wild animals and their actions were unpredictable.

Action: Following @Alexis Asterion, trying to get them all to leave the chaos before someone get seriously injured.

Mentioning| @Vincent d'Arque

Everything was moving too fast from getting stung to being loaded onto a broom. Something didn't feel right though like this nagging thought in the back of Santario's head that walking would have been much safer with a physically unstable person… Hindsight is 20/20 after all, and the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

In a staggering instant, time slowed down to an excruciating pace when the broom started to shift up. San tried to will herself to react faster as her time on the quidditch team, before she lost her love of the game, had made her quite skilled on a broom. Alas, the venom was working its wonders, and she started to fall, pulling Vincent with her. The thing about bags of any kind is that they are only meant to hold a specific weight, and the heft of the two kids was more than enough to make the latch break as her body pulled his.



Her long raven tresses flew up as she fell, causing a sort of tunnel vision leaving only Vincent, her bag, and the dark sky in her line of sight. Her body hit the ground, first sending a shockwave of pain through every nerve in her expelling all of the air from her lungs with one loud and painful gasp. The thud of her body hitting the ground was very shortly following by the crack of her skull colliding with the thankfully grassy pitch. If it had been anywhere else, the outcome would have been far more devastating. Ringing made up the main sound that she could hear everything else was muffled as if it was underwater.

Her eyes were open, but everything was blurry one moment and sharp the next like a camera lens when you just couldn’t hit that sweet spot. On top of that, Santario was dizzy and nauseous. She was currently looking at Vincent and her camera bag, and she could see just enough of her camera poking out to see that it was broken. She looked away, turning her head slowly, feeling like she was fighting quicksand, to the other side looking out across the pitch as the blurry bodies scampered.

-From far away, Santario is unmoving. Up close, her eyes are open, and she is breathing.
-Trying to move Santario will be like trying to move a ragdoll human.
-Her responses are delayed – Looking at someone that comes in her field of view may take several seconds after they have appeared. Recognizing them and verbally responding may take longer.

mentioning @Crystal Jagger | @Mildred Wilson
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Quickly, Lizzie knew she had hit something. It felt hard and ridged like it was holding something as well. As far as she knew the Mosp wasn’t holding anything. She turned to see what she had hit and gasped. Unfortunately, she had hit the girl who tried to make a good plan.

She felt a whack against her own body and fell to the ground. She groaned. They had both hit each other. The plan defiantly had not worked. Lizzie looked up to see the Mosp still trying to attack her. She quickly scrambled to her feet and got out of the way.

The Mosp was smart. It knew her intentions. It knew Lizzie wanted to hurt it. Except, the Ravenclaw did not have good aim meaning she had not hurt it in anyway. The one person to have actually successfully hit the Mosp was the girl that had gotten stung.

The girl looked around for any signs of hope. It was hard to see threw the smoke. She coughed and ripped yet another piece of material from her dress and placed it towards her mouth as a shield. It thankfully was slowly going away but it wouldn’t change how much all the students had already breathed in.

It was a surprise when Lizzie hadn’t realized the professors had started to congregate in the pitch. Some of them were fighting Mosps. People were even screaming their names. The raven had bad sight not bad hearing. It probably was because she was more focused on herself and the people around her rather than others.

She squeezed her eyes and slightly opened her mouth in dismay. The fire had been turned into a snake. She widened her eyes after seeing it near the tables. She had almost two things to worry about now. A Mosp attacking her and a snake that is possibly dangerous.

Lizzie twirled quickly and placed her hands on her head. She was getting a headache. It wasn’t her fault that this had all happened. Except, it defiantly was her own fault that she decided to go to the illegal ball. It obviously had to have gone wrong. It was planned by a few desperate students. What couldn’t go wrong.

The blonde looked to her feet and squeezed her eyes shut. She grabbed the sides of her hair and fell to her knees. She released a few tears. There was nothing she could do now. Everything was going wrong. Her ideas to save people were back-firing. Nothing was working.

"Who even planned this stupid ball?" She mumbled under her breath while still kneeling on the floor crying. The Mosp was likely going to try make another attack and would not become all of a sudden become sympathetic of the hysterical girl.

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Action: Kneeling on the ground crying

| Sta 5 | Eva 5 | Str 7 | Wis 7 | Arc P 6 | Acc 5 |
Charmer -1 accuracy to enemies around me

Ok. May was about to die of laughter when the spell hit the Co-Quiddich Captain, Aaron Jones, but it wasn't time to laugh, or snort, or giggle. A Mosp was attacking a girl over the other side, and May had to take action.
"I-I'm so sorry Aaron, I did not mean the spell to hit you~" she tried to apologize, while she looked, uselessly at the boy with his legs moving like crazy. Really, this was the craziest night ever. Moving to the mosp, she pointed her wand, and cried; Verdimillious!

Good gracious, Professors were coming, and if her spell was successful, Lydia Cooper would be freed from the Mosps hands. Really, May was doing her best, and couldn't just think of someone dying because of a stupid fire. She ran to Ariana Walker's side, and when she tried to help, she had received lots of angry comments because yes, May was a stupid little girl of eleven with blond hair.

At last the Gryffindor said sorry because of being mad at the little Moonstar, May was attracted by the Mosp that had stung River Dewlight, a Ravenclaw. Without even thinking, she casted her expert spell at the mops: Verdimillious.

If the spell would work, and River would be saved, and could escape, Sefer than the world. But if it would hit the Tavenclaw instead of the Mosp...May couldn't think even the slightest about it.

May looked as Janet Jackson made some odd mevemnets, and she immediately understood. Picking up a jar of water, and a little glass, she poured water in it and quickly gave it to Janet. "Oh gosh that girl is about to get killed! she cried,mitigating her nails, and waited for her spell to work...or not.

Action: Castin Verdimillious at Mosp #9 [Attacking Lydia] and at the Mosp that is attacking River Dewlight.

Interactions: @Aaron Jones @Janet Jackson
Mentions: @Ariana Walker @River Dewlight @Lydia Cooper The Porfessors and more...

The mosp drew closer and closer to the boy as he stood there for the picking, unable to properly defend himself against its power. Percy slowly gazed behind it and saw a boy, who was not too far away throw a table leg through the fog, hoping to distract the mosp for his escape. However, the bloated fly had other ideas. It quickly managed to strafe to the right and keep its focus on Percy, who almost looked up to it in certain defeat now "Shite..." he grunted out while bracing for a imminent attack. And sure enough, the mosp struck with all its might.

Percy gasped out from the impact of the stingers going deep into his chest, injecting more of the dangerous poison into his already weakened body. He looked down to see the twin stingers removed, forcing him to take a few steps forwards, before suddenly falling back into the table with a lost look in his eyes. His body slowly fell down to a sitting position, limbs limp from the amount of poison that had entered his system. Stupidity was reason he was in this situation, and now karma had come to claim his debt. Big red patches of blood were covering his right arm and chest, and the pain was getting to a point of unbearable proportions, all he could do was sit there and look up to the animal with a far away look in his eyes

His plan had been a failure, everything he did had been for nothing, and now he was at the mercy of an overweight fly looking for vengeance over the theft of his beautiful flowers. The fact that his breathing was laboured and his face was turning pale was also beginning to make him sick, sick to the fact that his last memory would be a mosp stabbing him to death. All things considered, it wasn't the worst possible way to go....

Action: Percy sits immobilised against a table and cant defend himself if another attack comes from mosp #21.

Interacting with: @May Moonstar @Janet Jackson

Ariana watched, helpless as May shouted out comments to people around her. Really, everything was going crazy. @Aaron Jones Aaron's legs had been forced into a jig, keeping him firmly planted in that spot without control.

Her cousin @Rafael D'Spacito was being incredibly stupid in her opinion, and she yearned to go slap some sense into Rafael's thick head. First leaving his date to go off and form a stupid plan and then throwing god knows what into the raging fire. Honestly. It was only until her green orbs found witness on him being sent rocketing onto the dance floor, that she temporarily forgot about her anger at him, a gasp escaping her lips as she clasped her palms to her mouth, sick with worry and shock.

At the moment though this was one of her lesser problems. She was distracted again by Janet, who needed water. A worried look etched upon her features, she took hold of her best friend's hand, and walked over to the tables, grabbing another glass desperately and pouring water into it, her hands shaking as she did so.

She turned back around, her eyes glued on the scene around her. It was terrifying, yet she couldn't look away. Her eyes landed upon her nearest companions again and she instinctively rushed forward, the pain in her ankle forgotten as she marched towards May, in an attempt to warn her.

The hufflepuff had turned, in preparation to cast the Verdimillious spell and Ariana shouted out at her, attempting to grasp the girls arm as the May aimed to shoot “May!” She yelled shrilly, her voice higher pitched than usual, “That is not an attacking spell!” She sounded panicky, only because she couldn't stand anyone else getting hurt further than they were. “Don't!” whether it was too late or not, she took her chance, grasping hold of the material, she yanked the arm that held Mays wand, away, in the opposite direction.

Action: Stupidly attempting to pull May away from the direction she was aiming in.
Stats || Stamina: 5 / Evasion: 5 / Strength: 8 / Wisdom: 2 / ArcPower: 2 / Accuracy: 9

Janet succeeded in getting @Ariana Walker Ariana’s attention and they ran over to the tables. Ariana arrived first and poured Janet a glass of water. She accepted it gratefully and was about to hand Ariana one as well (in case she had also been affected by the smoke) when she ran after @May Moonstar May to stop her from casting some spell or something.

“May! That is not an attacking spell!” Ariana shrieked.

The chaotic scene was beyond control now, people were screaming and throwing things and some seemed to have completely lost their sense. Janet gulped down her water and then choked down her discomfort wanting to do something to help. She didn’t seem to be in the best position to do anything useful however, so she gazed around the pitch helplessly.

She glanced over in the direction of Ariana and May, Ariana seemed to be dragging May’s arm away from whatever direction she was pointing her wand at. “Oh dear,” Janet thought; “that can’t end well...”

Her attention was caught by a boy @Percival Gray nearby leaning against a table, obviously immobilesed and unable to defend himself as a mosp flew towards him. Caught in the rush of the moment Janet didn’t have time for critical thinking, she picked up a chair running towards the tables and hurled it with all her strength (which, surprisingly, was quite a lot) at the mosp attacking him. She probably looked stupid chucking chairs around but now really wasn’t the time for thinking about that.

Action: Throwing a chair at mosp #21 to either direct it’s attention away from Percival or to weaken it

Stamina: 6
Evasion: 5
Strength: 10
Wisdom: 2
Arcane Power: 3
Accuracy:9

The second they took off, Vincent realized this would be a bumpy ride at best. He knew he wasn’t the best broom pilot to begin with, but the combination of smoke, smells, screams and flashing lights polluting the atmosphere surrounding them made this a mammoth task. He still felt he had no choice, though. Action had to be taken. Fast. If they would make it out unscathed – perhaps not harmed any further would be a better and more realistic target – it would be nothing short of a miracle. And even if they managed to beat the odds and make it out safely, the severity of Santario’s injuries could still prove to be… No, he wouldn’t allow himself to go down that path. Yet, he couldn’t stop himself. He could only hope she wasn’t so severely injured she wouldn’t fully recover… or even worse.

The sobering realization Santario might actually not recover at all sent shivers down Vincent’s spine. It couldn’t be – people couldn’t really die here, could they? Deep down though, Vincent knew they could. Really, all he had to do was look down at the pitch to disprove that idea. Of course people could actually die right here, right now. In fact, judging by the pandemonium down there it was quite likely some already had. He looked at Santario and what he observed caused his heart to skip a beat. Had she… had she turned even more pale? Was she even still breathing? Panic shortly overwhelmed Vincent, blurring his vision and – perhaps – his judgement. For a moment he was convinced his rescue mission had proven to be too little too late. Until he saw her breathe. Waves of reassurance engulfed Vincent seeing she was still alive. If anything they still had a fighting chance to make it out alive.

His high set hopes were destroyed in an instant as the broom suddenly and, for as far as Vincent could determine, for no apparent reason started to tilt. Not just a little, no, an extremely worrying lot. The angle grew so steep, Santario, who was obviously too weak to be able to grab hold of the broomstick with enough force to remain in place, started to slide off. Vincent, recognizing the danger, tried to stop her, but the harsh laws of physics were unforgiving, gravity simply was way too strong for the young lad. Slowly at first, inch by inch, Santario slid further, with Vincent, who was still tied to her with the strap of the camera bag, fighting in an ultimate attempt to try and keep her, and himself as well for that matter, from actually falling off the broom. As Santario’s body gained momentum the slow slide rapidly turned into a freefall, and Vincent knew he was fighting a lost battle. There was no way he could have kept himself in position on a broom tilted in this angle, let alone the two of them. Once the full force of that realization had hit him, he resignedly surrendered to the inevitable fall. He released the broomstick and wrapped both his arms around Santario in an effort to protect the already gravely injured girl from the impact as he reconciled himself with his fate and allowed himself to silently drop to the ground beneath. He knew he had failed. Himself, but above all Santario. Miserably. With gritted teeth he awaited the end of his fall.

They say when you’re in mortal danger, time seems to slow down and you see all noteworthy events of your life pass by. Vincent now firsthand found out that wasn’t true. Time didn’t slow down and the fall didn’t take long at all, in fact it seemed innocent and insignificant enough. The impact of his body hitting the ground however, was massive and as was the pain accompanying it. Though the unmistakable sickening thud of a limp body heavily colliding with the earth below was hardly audible in the cacophony of noise that filled the terror-stricken stadium, if at all even, that in no way mitigated its effects on Vincent – and Santino alike he assumed – making it perhaps even all the more dramatic. For a few seconds Vincent, who had landed flat out on the grass, a blow that had violently knocked the wind out of him, wasn’t able to move or feel a thing. Until the moment he took a breath to replenish the air in his lungs wiped away that relative state of peaceful ignorance.

As he took his first breath after the fall had so abruptly ended, he felt his body explode in blinding pain as the shock that caused his body to temporarily shut down subsided and his brain restarted. It’s first cruel action was to immediately consciously register the physical effect of the involuntary introduction to the trampled, rather sandy lawn of the Quidditch pitch that, despite looking it, wasn’t soft at all. On the contrary even. Vincent felt every inch of his body hurt furiously, a feeling that seemed to intensify tenfold with each second passing. Nevertheless the worst was yet to come, as the next thing his brain registered was the reason he had fallen in the first place. Santario!

Vincent grunted at the burning pain as he tried to turn his head towards where he assumed Santario had landed. Even this slight movement sent electric shocks down his spine and caused flashes of light to blur his vision. It took almost ten seconds for the pain and the flashes to subside enough for him to be able to focus clearly. He discerned a body right next to him and before he could make out any details, he knew instinctively that it could be none other than Santario lying there. With an extreme effort Vincent straightened up on one arm, trying to ignore the excruciating pain this shot through his entire body. He couldn’t. He couldn’t keep himself from groaning loudly as he tried to check up on Santario, who had her eyes open, but seemed to stare into oblivion and otherwise showed worryingly little signs of life. Vincent feared the worst – again – but was reassured – again – as he saw her chest expand ever so slightly. At least she was breathing.

As he tried to get upright, Vincent scolded himself for being so reckless, which helped him ignore part of the pain and endure the rest of it. He considered the pain a well-deserved punishment. What was he thinking trying to fly off with a semi-conscious girl and a camera bag on a broom, knowing he wasn’t even sufficiently experienced in flying solo? Though he wasn’t sure what exactly had caused the broom to turn turtle, he was the one flying it, so he was responsible. Regardless the cause. He was responsible for Santario falling and ending up in this serious condition. That compelled him to try and make things right. If he could. If it wasn’t too late. However, having learned from his mistakes, he knew there wasn’t much he could do at the moment. With his body aching as if it had been crushed between concrete slabs and Santario clearly not capable of moving there was no way he could get her out of here.

Vincent quickly scanned the surroundings, immediately paying the painful price for not doing so slowly, to assess the situation. What he saw filled him with desperation and disbelief. The pitch had turned into an inferno and a battlefield in one. Thick smoke filled the stadium, obscuring the view of various fires that either had broken out spontaneously or had been started by young wizards casting spells. He saw people, peers, housemates, all running around in a blind panic, frantically trying to evade the still roaming creatures and the fires at the same time, while desperately seeking a way out of this hell. There was little hope on help it seemed.

Despite the pain, that had only slightly subsided, he took of his jacket, that was still in surprisingly good condition given the circumstances, rolled it into a bundle and turned to Santario. He carefully lifted her head a little and slid the jacket under her head by means of a pillow. He then sat down next to her. Noticing the wound on her chest was still bleeding and Santario was clearly not able to do so herself, he put his hand on the wound and applied just enough pressure to reduce the bleeding profusely flowing to a trickle. He then called out for help, not knowing if anyone could hear them or, perhaps even more important, be able to help them. He could very well imagine people had more than enough to attend to themselves as it seemed everyone atill here was in some sort of trouble. As he awaited any reaction, he briefly looked at Santario before getting back to scan the surroundings to anticipate any hostile movement, or any friendly movement for that matter. She looked so fragile right now. Guilt fought with fear and shame over domination of his mind as he started talking to the unlucky girl. “Santario, I don’t know if you can hear me, but… I… wow... I don’t know what to say… I am sorry. I am so, so sorry. Honestly” Vincent swallowed loudly, knowing nothing he would say made this any easier for her. “I know I cannot make this right, but… but… I’ll stay with you.” His voice almost broke. “No matter what… I’ll stay with you.”

Interacting with: @Jack Burnett, @Vincent d'Arque, and @Santario Martin
Mentions: Kateri Karr, Cypresse Lian, Vladimir Athanatos, Marion Davenport, Victor Moore, Rafael D'Spacito, Arlo Reynolds, Flash Holmwood, Opeila Seilun, Thomas Lestrange, Thora Larkston, and Tyranni Whitethorn

Success. Thanks to Jack splashing water on the surrounding flames and her levitation charm, the bag was saved from incineration. The rest of the flames were soon put out by several casters, one of which was... a Professor? Thank goodness. There--the new Flying Professor. She'd cast Extinguo. And their Transfiguration Professor had transmuted the remaining flames into a rather large, somewhat terrifying snake. Why was it that creatures and bugs people were naturally wary of always had to come extra-large at Hogwarts? Well, best to just skirt around the slithering creature. It would probably leave her alone, but Bridget would rather not risk anything.

Now that she'd saved the bag, what would she do with it? As curious as she was to the contents, this was Victor's bag. Not Vladimir's. Sure, Marion and Victor were somehow connected to all of this, but they seemed more like unwitting pawns. It was Vladimir she thought was dangerous, involved. And with all the chaos, could she take the time needed to rummage through it? Would having it in her possession make her a target? In comparison to everything else going on and the plethora of injuries with varying degrees of severity, it seemed like her curiosity would have to wait.

She couldn't just leave the bag where it was, though, could she? Someone would come and take it and then she'd never know what was inside. Or, alternatively, some idiot would get it into their head to finish what the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain had started and destroy it. But if Jack Burnett was the one to look through it, she might get filled in on what it held later. They were working together, were they not? Still, he had been doing mostly his own thing so far. Could she trust him to share? Who else could she even give it to? Bridget had seen how heavy the bag was--Marion and Arlo's combined efforts could only drag it and she wasn't much stronger. Flash was too far away, not that she could necessarily count on him either, Opeila was busy with Vladimir, Thomas was absolutely not trustworthy, and Tyranni... Tyranni was kissing Thomas. What the heck? No time for puzzling over why she was doing that. Maybe she could get Thora's attention, but chances were her friend would be too busy helping out with everything else...

Jack Burnett it was. "If you're going to look through it," she addressed the redhead, "you tell me what you find. Later, obviously. If you don't, I don't care how good your Immobulus Charm is," it was pretty effective, she'd seen it in action, "you will regret not telling me." Maybe threatening him wasn't the best way to go, but right now it was all she had. She didn't even know if Jack would stick around to dig through the bag, but she wasn't going to waste her time checking. After gently easing off her levitation of the bag so it landed safely on the ground, she walked away.

So, where was her help needed now? There was a lot going on, but one thing in particular caught her eye. Two people tumbling off a broom and to the ground. It wasn't the worst thing that could happen to you--people fell from much higher in Quidditch all the time--but it wasn't good either. Plus, one of the people who'd fallen hadn't moved and the other was calling for help...

In an instant, Bridget was running towards the fallen pair. Upon arrival, she identified the girl, the one who hadn't moved, as Santario. She didn't know the boy; he was probably a first year. Thankfully, Santario's chest was rising and falling and her eyes were open. Great, she wasn't dead. That didn't mean she wasn't in a bad shape. As if falling off a broom wasn't bad enough, the girl had been skewered through the chest by one of the over-sized bees. What had she predicted earlier? If someone was going to be impaled this time around, it would be by half-foot stingers... The boy seemed to be trying to put pressure on the wound, stop her from bleeding out, but Santario needed the Hospital Wing.

Walking wasn't an option. Santario looked rather dazed, and that fall must have hurt. Nearby lay the camera she'd been using to snap pictures of the students and their outfits before everything went downhill. "Reparo," she muttered. Fixing broken objects was far from her priority at the moment, but it didn't look like Santario had noticed her ruined camera yet. The poor girl didn't need to deal with a broken possession on top of everything else. Now, though, she needed to get her out of there. Bridget wasn't ready to leave. There was still too much going on. Still, no one else was coming over to help. The boy with her clearly couldn't fly Santario out, not safely anyways. But she could. Bridget was a Quidditch player. Her flying skills were on-point and she'd had experience with carrying barely conscious people before after they'd been knocked off their brooms. She could do this. And despite not wanting to leave, Santario had once been her teammate and even now she was one of her younger housemates. That left her with some amount of responsibility to make sure she didn't die, right?

Bridget fixed her eyes on the boy, all seriousness. "I can get her out of here." She straddled her Nimbus 1700, feet still firmly on the ground. Apparently carrying it around all night was worth the effort. "Look, I just need you to help her on. I can fly us both back to the castle. I won't drop her, I've got plenty of flying experience. I get if this is your friend you might not want to risk it, but you can trust me. Please." The truth was, she needed this boy's help. She couldn't mount her broom and pull Santario on with her.

Assuming he helped, Bridget would give him a grim smile. "Take her camera and get yourself out of here. If you can, help one of the other injured students out. Don't get stung." Bridget now gave all her focus to flying. She wasn't going to rush this and perform two actions in one round, so for now she just needed to keep Santario on her broom, make sure she wouldn't fall off once they took off, and check that their path out of the Pitch was clear. "Hold on, Santario. I'm going to get you to the Hospital Wing. Just... try not to fall off."

Free Actions | Gently setting Victor's bag down (ending levitation), mounting broom
Action | Casting Reparo on Santario's camera bag
Note: By mounting a broom, I mean Bridget is sitting on it, preparing to fly, but still on the ground
Stamina: 5 | Evasion: 9 | Strength: 3 | Wisdom: 9 | Arcane Power: 7 | Accuracy: 8
Sixth Sense | Evasive Maneuvers
Outfit | Broom: Nimbus 1700