It was going to ruin her reputation if word got around that she'd been helping out Gryffindors, Jessica thought with an inward sigh, but the rest of her house would just have to understand, and anyway, anyone who'd seen Luke Cage on the Quidditch pitch would definitely understand why she couldn't just let a boy with shoulders like that get eaten by an Acromantula, even if he was on the other team.

And even if it also meant incidentally saving the other two with him, that one blind kid from the Gryffindor fourth-years and a little blond kid that she vaguely recognized as one of the first-years, wearing a scarf in Hufflepuff colors, and sniffling with Luke's arm around him.

"It's Jessica from Potions, isn't it?" the blind Gryffindor said, tilting his head to the side, and damn it, someday she would figure out what spell he used to recognize people at a distance in that uncanny way he had.

"I was passing by and heard screaming," Jessica said, lowering her wand. "Can't any of you lot go anywhere without getting into trouble?"