At the mention of Oliver Wood, Stan felt his momentary good mood drain. "There's traps in the forest," he whispered. "Wood, he's hurt pretty bad. The rest of us... not so bad." Stan breathed in carefully, the way the healers showed him. The explosion hadn't done much damage, but it could have.
He managed a weak smile for Millicent. "He's going to live," Stan told her. "So I can't complain, really."