"Fuck," Neville half-moaned, half-sobbed as he staggered on the stone floor, trying to gain purchase, though he didn't think his legs could take his weight even if they had the option. "Fuck," he breathed again, trying to ease the gasping the pain had caused.
He looked up and glared at Rosier, gritting his teeth through the pain. "My Mum and Dad are going to kill you," he growled.