The thought of a Lestrange being even slightly indebted to her gave Trix a thrill that could not be bettered and she smiled smugly up at the younger girl, trying not to make it too obvious to Seneca. A Scrimgeour was nothing to be sniffed at either, even if the older sister had become notorious of late, so she could hardly just let the other girl flail about int he air no matter how much the thought might appeal.

"Hold still," she called up, waving her wand again to pluck Miss Scrimgeour out of the air and carefully lowering her towards the ground. Unfortunately the ailment that had been her reason for coming to the ward in the first place was not quite done with her and quite suddenly she felt a spell of dizziness and her hand weakened on the wand, dropping the girl four feet from the ground and turning to rest a hand on her own bed, head down, feeling weak and unable to regain her focus.