With her scarf thoroughly soaked through with the girl's blood, Diana was close to tearing a piece of her own dress to staunch the flow of blood. Mercifully, it seemed the blood flow had slowly come to a stop, though she dared not remove her hands. The smell of iron was thick and she blinked rapidly to clear her mind.

The only thing she could do was look up and try to peer into the room from her position on the floor as she heard Melody's voice echo throughout it. She could only hope that the two Ministry folk had more up their sleeves if this afternoon took an even worse turn. In addition, Diana prayed to anyone that was available that this girl not bleed out and die whilst she was being attended to by her.