Hermione was growing frantic with every passing second of Briallen’s worsening condition, "Someone go and get help!" The other girls started to panic with some racing out of the Hall towards the infirmary while the rest ran towards the door that led to the headmistress’ office. Briallen had curled up into a ball and was rocking violently, she would’ve been banging her head against the stone floor if it wasn’t for Hermione’s lap being in the way.