Adrian was nodding when she said she had been in Gryffindor; that seemed right to what he could only just recollect. She had taken his hand and he had only just lifted her to her feet when her grip tightened suddenly and almost a little painfully. His gaze went questioningly to her face, but she wasn't looking at him at all. His brows knit together, and he glanced in the direction she was looking. There was nothing there, however, so he looked back at her.
There then followed the strangest statement he had ever heard and in a voice that sounded incredibly different than the one she had used mere moments before.
There was a split second between Adrian's realisation that he had just heard what was most likely a prophesy and when she fell to the ground. A handful of decisions crossed his mind, but he went with the simplest. He couldn't prevent the fullness of her fall, but he could keep her from a head injury. He managed to catch the back of her head with one hand before it bounced against the rough dirt road. His other arm went around her waist, trying to keep her body slightly raised.
"Miss?" He shook her a little to try to wake her, his wand temporarily unreachable in his travelling robe pocket. "Miss, are you all right?"