I don't know, ma'am. She's unconscionable. I mean, unconscious.
Madam Pomfrey's here and she's looking her over. Looks like she hit her head. Maybe she slipped on the ice? But she's not petrified or anything. Her arms were limp. And she's breathing and all.
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Date: 2009-12-13 03:50 am (UTC)I don't know, ma'am. She's unconscionable. I mean, unconscious.
Madam Pomfrey's here and she's looking her over. Looks like she hit her head. Maybe she slipped on the ice? But she's not petrified or anything. Her arms were limp. And she's breathing and all.