Charity peered around his shoulder, and was quite astonished by the mess that was the kitchen. "Ugh...what a mess," she remarked with a little frown, her nose wrinkling slightly. "What a waste of food. There's nothing constructive at all about destroying things as a means of venting." Upon looking around, it appeared that whoever was causing the commotion earlier had calmed down, and was more than likely hiding in some isolated corner either sobbing or collecting her thoughts. The quiet that had settled over the place certainly suggested such a thing.
Wanting to explore more of the place, the girl wandered off to one side of the kitchen, gingerly stepping over bits of fruit or the odd puddle here and there. Yet just as she was about to examine closer a fallen pot, she spotted out of the corner of her eye some sort of flying projectile that was heading right toward James.
"DUCK!" Without further thought, the Hufflepuff took off in an alarmingly fast sprint, and did a most spectacular [dramatic] jump and dive in front of her friend, arms outstretched, catching a slice of treacle tart right in the chest before falling sideways into a puddle of melted ice cream with a resounding splat!.