Aurelia just sat there, letting Amycus hold her and trying to summon the motivation to move. She felt her eyes burn with tears of frustration and embarrassment. "It wasn't even anything useful!" she said, a burst of rage giving her the strength to slam a hand against the edge of the pot. "I thought we were supposed to see important things, not Hufflepuffs tripping and falling!" She felt tears spilling out and couldn't even bring herself to care. At least she had a handkerchief, because for a second, the best she could do was cry.
She only wept for a moment or two, though, soon pulling herself together and putting her hands on the edge of the pot to pull herself to her feet. She didn't care that the hall smelled like stomach acid now, a house elf would get here and clean it at some point.