He trudged back to the classroom wiping off the frosting from his face. It had dried and cracked so it was easy to pick off the rest that wouldn't wipe off. He was holding onto his side and trying to breath normally. He didn't really want to go to the hospital wing, and he was rubbish at healing charms. JoJo was better at that kinda thing.

He was glad she had put all the desks back because if he sat down on the floor he wasn't going to get up. He found a empty desk and sank gratefully into it. He laid his head on his desk, he wasn't about to hug anyone just yet. He just wanted his mommy right now.