"What – what did he–" Cho choked out and then another twisted, animalistic wail broke from her throat and swallowed the rest of her question. Her chest shuddered with her breaths, and her fingers clawed at the carpet. Hermione knew what Cho was asking, and she didn’t want to say. A flick of her wand transfigured a strip of cloth torn off Cho’s robe into a proper tourniquet, and she jerked it tight around the injured girl’s thigh.