She could feel twigs pulling at her carefully plaited hair as she struggled to regain her footing, but the best Louisa could manage was to stumble awkwardy into the dirt. It was possibly an upgrade from the bushes, but in the moment, the Huffelpuff was not entirely certain of it.

The small Ravenclaw shouting down at her (Miss Greyback was one of the few people who was smaller than Lou) from her broomstick reminded Louisa that she had, until a moment ago, had one of her own. Merlin, but she would throttle that Mr. [Asshole] when she got a hold of him!

Well, she would want to. Dearly.

"I shall be fine, I am sure," the redhead allowed as Mr. Bell helped her quite ungracefully to her feet. She was not sore as she would have expected for a fall, but could feel a sting on her cheek, and another on her hand, where the bush had been rather rough with her. At least they were near Irvingly—a short visit to Cousin Felicity would remedy that much. "Any sight of where my broomstick went?" Lou asked, looking first to the Gryffindor, then up at Miss Greyback.