Stan hurried up, hearing the argument, only a little surprised to see the red headed bloke from the alumni meeting. "She ain't going herself," he told Percy, trying to hide the way his own stomach was rolling.
He never thought he'd be running off into the forest like this. There was supposed to be a plan, and Millicent was supposed to be with him. The weight of her beater's bat was strangely comforting.
He couldn't believe the stupidity of Wood! After all that... Fucking Gryffidor.
"Come on," Stan said, puttin a hand on Johnson's arm. "Let's go."