Sally had been taking a walk. There was no real purpose really except that being in the castle was unbelievable stifling, and it was getting to everyone. It seemed that Sally was the only one who's nerves weren't on end, and who wasn't complaining about being stuck here for Christmas. Sally shrugged as she thought about it, it wasn't her fault really that she was bothering people by not being a bitch. She was just used to being here all year, and just cause the quarantine was up, didn't really change anything.
She took a glance at the closest part of it, and saw someone there, actually hitting it. Sally bit her lip, deliberating, and started towards them. Once she was closer, she could see it was Zabini, a Slytherin who really didn't have patience and whom Astoria complained about frequently.
Sally almost changed her mind, but shook her head. She had to help him, no matter what. She stood next to him and asked, expecting to be yelled at, "Are you alright? You, uh, don't look so good."