"Fuck, Weasley," a tired Blaise huffs out a laugh, "that was bad ass." Ron smirks then tosses the sword down before helping Blaise up. "Luna! Baby! It's dead!" He heads up the steps in search of his favourite Ravenclaw. He finds her laying on the ground, slumped over. "Luna! Weasley! Help!" They quickly get her to the infirmary where Madam Pomfrey finds the issue. Blood oozes from a scrape on her ankle.