Campbell sat stiffly in their old unused classroom, squished between Siri and Reggie.  She was holding Reggie’s hand so hard his bones ground into each other.  That was what Campbell wanted and so he wasn’t making a sound, let alone complain.  Madam Pomfrey had, of course, healed the bruises, especially the ones under her skirt.  Lupin had been correct; Pomfrey had not been able to gather evidence of the rapist.