Darl put on his best indignant expression, clutching his arm as though he had been horribly injured. It took a massive amount of self-restraint and a sharp awareness of how many people were around to keep himself from yelling as though in great pain. "Miss Silver!" he said, voice laced with playful shock. "I'll have you know that I bruise like a peach!"
He turned desperately to Ace, already rolling up the sleeve of his shirt. "Am I bleeding Doc? Is it serious? Are you going to have to amputate, like the Muggles did in the old days?"
Neville rolled his eyes at the dramatics, searching for a good location for them to apparate. He wasn't really interested in participating in the fun at the moment.