When Mr. Healer arrived and came over to her first, she'd been about to protest -- Miss Olivia had her face hurt, she needed to be first -- but he'd already started working. She guessed it would be faster to let him finish up then, so he could treat the older girls. She would be good and not scream or cry loudly.

As Mr. Healer had started working on her arm, he'd had to siphon off some butter and the first year whispered: "Please don't tell Professor Marchand he missed the butter. He'll be really sad." Her voice broke a couple of times, the tears running down her face possibly from strong emotions as well as pain now. Professor Marchand had already been so sad today...

The Gryffindor had bitten down on her lip, hard, to keep from crying out when Mr. Healer had taken physical hold of her arm to look at the injury. It was red, red, RED, and it felt like it was on fire and like her arm might fall off where he touched it. The arrival of the dogs with their first aid kits distracted Emmeline from the pain enough that she stopped biting her lip, revealing a little blood where she'd bitten down too hard, as she was impressed with the dogs' skills. She didn't know that Muggle dogs -- she didn't think these were crups -- could do amazing things like that. She gave the dog who put his head on her lap a small smile; her cruppy did that in the same way, with the same expression. She petted him gratefully with her uninjured left hand, and was only too happy to follow him and his doggy friend into the ward after Mr. Healer had helped the older girls too.

She moved over to their assigned bed and perched on one corner of it, taking up as little space as possible so that the older girls had more room.