Stavros had been walking a few feet behind Jenny, and so was witness to her spectacular wipe-out and slide into the broom closet. With an exasperated glare at Peeves cackling overhead, he hitched his bag up on his shoulder and jogged into the closet, where Peeves's victim lay on the ground.

"Fuck," he swore, dropping his bag and kneeling by her side. "Are you alright?"