Wilkie Twycross Clapped once more, just as Neville splinched both arms from his body and fainted on the floor beside his empty hoop. The teachers scooped Neville up with practised movements now, the purple smoke once again encasing them. Draco stepped away from her but let his hand linger on her hip a moment more. He brushed an errant curl behind her ear and mouthed "later" as he turned to listen to Wilkie Twycross speak.