This is the realisation she threw out of her head when she was flung on the hardwood floor, her elbow making a strange creaking sound upon landing. She held in her sounds of pain behind gritted teeth as Harry was thrown down next to her. She thanked whatever gods existed that her jinxes and charms still held, and his appearance looked less like him. Although the bruising wasn't entirely because of her wand work. She watched with a sickening feeling as a trickle of blood leaked from his cut lip to drip on the floor.