She helped Bulstrode and Pritchard to their feet. "Get to the Hospital Wing, both of you," she snapped, Vanishing the bats that were still struggling uselessly against the ceiling. "As for  you—" she turned to Ginny and Hermione, that wide, ugly smile splitting her face in half, "Detention, Miss Weasley. And I believe I’ll let the Headmaster decide how to punish his little  wife." 