He shivers again. "Elnesto. That feels much better. Thank you Rux."
[i]Six flights down, at ground level[/i]
A passing student stares at Herm with wide eyes, and gives a low whistle. "Let me get you down to the Healers wing, they'll be able to put your bones back into place. And I'm not giving you a choice here. We're going." A velvety soft, purple light lifts Herm into the air, and he begins walking down to the medical wing, Herm in tow. "You tick off Old Winston? Let me guess, he flung you out the window?" He shakes his head.