Neville flinched when the other boy grabbed him, but he did his best to keep his cool. "Y-yeah, she's here," he stammered, a little taken aback by the furosity of the question. "Should I get her? I'll get her," he added quickly, at the look on his face. "Try not to bleed out, or anything. I'll be right back."
He fled from the room and ran up several flights of stairs to Parkinson's room, so that he was panting hard by the time he got there. The door was a ajar, so he pushed it open, not caring if Parkinson herself was in there or not. "Ginny? Ginny!"