Savannah - 2
Savannah was pretending that she was sunbathing in a room with no sun, so she saw the birds get in. Mr. Weasley's training should have kicked in sooner, but seeing birds and thinking homicidal beasts was not something that came naturally. Seeing Scorpius on fire, though, made her move rather quickly.
She could see Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley hexing the birds to create a path for people to leave, but the birds' flames were long reaching. She zigzagged through the furniture and the flame, but one bird got closer and by instinct, she dropped to the floor, but her foot his something. The pain exploded just as she hit the ground. She knew that sensation.
She had probably broken an ankle. Not that first time that she had broken something, and she had played with broken bones, but getting out with killer birds was different. She was planning her escape when she heard Jamie's voice. "Jamie, I need help. I think I broke my ankle. Give me a hand," she said as she got up, wincing at the pain. No matter how bad it was, staying here was going to be lethal.