The little crowd of them was growing quickly. Most of the alumni group had come and Stan was- deep down- glad it was more than just him and Johnson. She looked pretty damned upset and was clearly jumpy, although- then again- the skinny red haired bloke seemed pretty hysterical too.
Stan followed out the doors, making a beeline for the Forbidden Forest. Oliver Wood was the stupidest prat to ever live, but there was no way Stan was leaving a friend in the forest to die.