Rose and Ron!
When she heard her name, she hard to turn, because she knew that voice. She knew that voice all too well, because she often heard that voice say her name, in my different tones as far back as she could remember. Her forced herself to turn her neck then, despite the pulling of her torn skin. She swallowed hard, biting back the pain. She didn't have an tears left at this point. "Dad?" her vision was blurry, but it was him, she knew that figure. For a brief moment, she saw her father. The older one, the one she fought with all the time, but was always close to.
For a moment, she tried to smile. Then she became more aware. It was her dad, but it was her teenage dad. And there was a demon. She noted the demons movement, and recognized it. He'd been hit with a spell, but it was only slowing him down.
Her eyes flicked to Ron, she saw the paper, heard the words. If she hadn't felt the fear rising again, she would have rolled her eyes. He didn't know the exorcism yet. She hadn't been able to teach all of it to him. Why was he here alone? Where were the others? Of course, he'd left them. How Gryffindor of him.
Though, as much as it annoyed her, she'd probably do the same if it came down to saving one of her own. He needed her help. Somehow, she had to help him.
Focusing on the demon, she began again. He'd get the picture, all he had to do was hold him off. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus," she spoke as loudly as she could, but it wasn't that loud, her voice was shot. She did, however, mean every word, with as much concentration as she could give. "omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio, infernalis adversarii, omnis legio..." once she got started, the words just came to her, and she didn't stop.