The crowd collectively gasps as the gryffindor asshole falls to the ground. Holding onto his head with a loud shout of pain.

He doesn't even feel anything. No guilt. No regret. He should've seen it coming.

Theodore turns and takes a step. A slow step. A careful step. His hands move to her cheeks. He moves one of the strands of her hair out of her face. He checks it. Checks if the soft pale skin has any type of injury.

He sighs of relief when he can't find anything that wasn't there before. He pulls her close and kisses her forehead gently. Then whispers to her.

"Go to my dorm, okay? I'll be there in a few."

He lets her go. Turning again. His focus on the gryffindor who's scrambling upright. He doesn't want her to see this. It'll be brutal.