Her? At the word, Pansy turned back towards Blaise, giving the body in his arms a closer look. She, whoever it was, looked truly beyond help. She looked like she'd been trampled by a herd of centaurs, followed by a herd of hippogryphs, before being run over by the Hogwarts Express. She looked closer still, registering the unmistakable curly texture of the long, dark brown hair at the same time that Ron whispered "Hermione," as if in a trance.