Ernie let out an unhappy groan, followed by a sound that resembled a huff mixed with a scoff. He continued to rub the sore spot on his head where he'd collided with the other boy and stared up at him for a few moments.

"Don't you have, like, a quidditch game to be preparing for, anyways?" he grumbled. He attempted to take a step backwards, but — he couldn't. He just physically couldn't. Letting out a noise of confusion, he looked back up at the taller boy with discomfort written across his face. "Why can't I move?"