Fletcher had apparently gotten off easy compared to some of the others. He could feel burns on his body but the majority of his pain was from the hail ball that had hit him square in the right shoulder. But, others were bleeding and one looked to be knocked out.

He approached the young ones with Mr. Umbridge, oblivious to the view the sky was giving them. "Use the bandages on Mr. Umbridge's arms. There's little that can be done for them without the proper suture kits. The infirmary might have them but it'll hurt something awful without pain potions," He said, not bothering to respond to the auror's remark about not having his trinkets. He then turned his attention to the knocked out boy, feeling his head gently and prying his eyelids open to see the reactions of his pupils.

"He should be fine," He said simply, "Probably lightly concussed but until he wakes up, there's little more I can do. Anyone have something with a particularly strong smell?" He doubted there were any true smelling salts but something strong in scent could do the trick.

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