Still in the middle of steadying her breathing, Ashley accepted the nearest knight’s offered hand, letting him assist her in standing up. Her wand appeared in her hand as her eyes maintained their ominous glow. She challenged Graham’s glare with one of her own, rejecting the notion of backing down. She was a proud Gryffindor. She had no intentions of fleeing now that she’d been attacked, never mind the pain she was currently in.