"Draco, bring him in here," Pansy instructed as Draco carried a second year Gryffindor into the second-floor girl's bathroom. The boy was limp and unconscious in his arms, just coming from detention with the Carrows. "Do you know what curse they used on him?" She asked, tucking her short black hair behind her ears before digging through her medical bag. She adjusted her thin emerald horn-rimmed glasses on her nose as she turned back to where Draco was standing.  