Holly let out a loud squeal, not from fear, but rather the bed's sudden decision to spin around. She didn't have a stomach virus, but she would going to feel like it in a minute if it didn't stop! She instinctively clutched Miss Lestrange's wrist in a somewhat half-assed attempt to keep her from falling all the way off, as she seemed more concerned with her own stability as she too grasped the frame.

With her free hand, she scrambled to grab one of the pillows to toss towards one of the nearby students who seemed so deep into their sleep that even the yelling of the two girls couldn't wake them. She hoped that, if they woke up, they could run to get help.

"Do you have leverage to get back on?" she asked, trying to more firmly grasp Miss Lestrange's wrist.