"I think it’s Hermione’s choice. I reckon we could use a little healing on the field. I certainly would have liked her there when we nearly lost Longbottom to that slicing hex." They grimaced at the memory of Neville, arm hanging off his side. Hermione had been the one, after all, that healed him within the hour. He could have lost a limb if she hadn’t been as speedy with the stitching. 