Blasting... shouting... screaming... fire... hot plant goo...

Ew, hot plant goo. ALL OVER. GROSS.

There was pounding in his head, probably leftovers from the mandrakes, and an extreme pain in his left wrist where the blasted plant had been dragging him across the school. It didn't help that people had been trying to tear off his limbs in order to detach him from the plant.

Milton let out a quiet whine that quickly turned into a loud, gutteral groan as he rolled onto his side. Something felt weeeeird... His stomach was churning... "Ohhhsweetmotherofmurgatroyd," Milton managed to grunt out before rolling over and releasing his breakfast all over the feet of an unlucky Hufflepuff (Nessie).

Uuuuuuuggghhhhjdfakjsdhfsj. Milton flopped onto his back, unaware of what was happening anymore? "Whaathappunneddd?