Healer Tillstorm looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow. "Not given enough time? I'm sure Professor Flamsteed gave the class an ample amount of time to prepare for whatever activity it was he had planned." Obviously if Oakey wasn't prepared that meant he was either messing around or not paying attention, or both. Some prefect he was. "How about I just call Professor Flamsteed down here and find out exactly what it was that did happen?"

No, she wasn't even going to look at his little bruises right now. What kind of quidditch player/prefect was this boy if he couldn't handle the pain from some bruises?

A wimpy boy, that's what he was.