Matilda's eyes widened when Neville spoke through Jack, both of them obviously struggling. Not exactly thinking clearly, she set her wand on the counter and rushed over Jack. She grimaced at the thought of touching him, and she wouldn't have if not for Neville. She hoisted Jack up - not an easy task, as he weighed at least twice as much as her - and tried to force him to the door as fast as she could. "Hang on, Neville," she grunted, "just a little farther..."