[There's a frown as she bites her lip. Charles. Asking for help. Instinctively, she wants to ask where he is, if he's hurt. But that doesn't quite seem to be it.]

Help? I'm not sure what Hermione has taught me will help with something like that. Injuries, I might help with enough until someone else more skilled could get there. But this.....you will find someone, won't you?

[Snow, Charles is not a child and you are not his mother. But that still does not stop her fretting all the same. Worrying about her friend, even amid the relief of knowing he's still around at all in all of this. One more familiar face.]

I think we could do with a party, yes. After all this.