A sharp pain shot up his shin and he pulled his leg away so hard he toppled onto his back. The draft of her robes and hurried footfalls receding down the hall told him she’d slipped out of Goyle’s reach. He sat up, "she broke my leg. I can’t walk!" Crabbe's helpful hand was in his face, he swiped at it violently and got up and dusted himself off with extreme care. "You imbecile, she was right there, how could you let her get away! I will have her expelled. She’s nothing, nothing but a dirty disgusting mudblood, she will pay for this!" Draco wailed furiously, loud enough for her to hear.