The crack of her palm striking his cheek echoed through the great hall, the force sent him stumbling. Before he could regain himself he was flung backwards, slammed against a wall. Harold looked up, his hand pressed against the red, throbbing patch on his cheek. "Sally!" He exclaimed. Great. If there was one other person he didn't want to walk in right then, "It's nothing, it's ok, we're just-" quick, think of something!