Her back, where she'd hit the dresser. Her face and stomach, from laughing so hard, and from hitting the floor. Her arm, from landing on it - and something else? Was there something else? The heat and the - was there something else there, too? Some strange sensation, sharp and prickly and painful? She'd beat the boggart, but she felt strangely empty. Something was missing. What was it?
Would it be too dramatic to say her soul?
"Hand," she whispered into the floor, suddenly feeling cold and numb despite the heat, despite the faint smell (of smoke?). That had to be what was missing. She couldn't feel... something. Was it her hand? Heat, and sound, and pain... Had she blown off her hand? Was that it? Was there something else? It hurt to move, it hurt to breathe, it hurt to even think of breathing. She felt incomplete, damaged in a way that physical wounds couldn't account for.