[i]"Can you help me get to a quiet place?"[/i] There was a pause and the only warning Gus got was the girl's head drooping before her knees buckled. He reacted immediately, stooping down and looped an arm around Elina's shoulders to keep her upright. [i]Shit.[/i] Now what was he going to do? The Sorting Ceremony was bound to begin soon, but what kind of guy would he be to abandon someone in their time of need? But he didn't even know what was affecting the girl. Was it something serious or just a simple fainting spell? Well, whatever it was -- he was going to get her some help.

Right as he was about to sweep Elina into a bridal carry, Grace ran over. Listening to the quick instructions he was given, he simply nodded in reply. He had been just about to do that, anyway. He shifted Elina a little in her seat so that he could actually carry her properly. Tucking one arm under her knees while the other supported her back, Gus easily lifted her up. Even without his training as a Beater in Quidditch, the girl was as light as a feather. Suddenly, he felt as if he was being watched. Inclining his head ever so slightly, he noticed a rather tall-looking man staring at him and Elina. He shook his head a little, momentarily ignoring the man and quickly maneuvered through the throngs of students still milling about, before bringing her out to the entrance hall. Thankfully, most of the students had already in the Great Hall, and it only earned a few curious looks from the stragglers outside.

Gus spotted the benches by the huge double doors and made his way over to one, lightly setting Elina down so that she was lying on her back. Stepping back for a moment, he stuck his hands in his pockets and looked around. Was Madame Pomfrey going to get here soon? He hoped so. Right now, there wasn't really anything he could do other than worry.