Cho was about to open her mouth and explain, when he worked out who she was.
Holding the glass to his lips, she waited for the inevitable end to the sentence. "Finish that remark and I'll leave you here to rot," she retorted.
He seemed a little frightened of the muggles, and Cho cocked her head on the side. "They been mistreating you?" she asked, although one look of the wound and the primitive cast on his leg told her all she needed.
"You up for a bit of portkey travel?" she asked with a wry smirk. "I doubt you'll be going on my broom."