"Or as usual you can ask Pansy. I'm sure she knows more than you'll ever want to know." There was another shiver, and he really didn't want to think about Malfoy or Snape.
"Listen to me, Cass. I don't know what's wrong with you. You should be healed. The Healers don't know either. I'm... reluctant to use any magic on you until someone can figure this out." He had thought about it when he had made the Portkey, but that seemed like the less intrusive way to get Cass home. The alternative was a car and he really didn't want to go that route. It'd been a while since the Ministry had any cars driving around and he didn't want trouble with Umbridge.
"Let me help you get to the edge and then you can lean on me. This will take us to the bedroom and you can lie down again. I promise." He knew that he'd have to do most of the work here, but there was no alternative.