-A Slytherin boy runs in grinning evilly at Rose- Boy: "Haha Gryffindor got hurt! Whatever shall little ol Weasley do if her love never wakes up from his coma?!"
(The spark works as the formula for the spell, using the energy of whoever needed to be healed to heal them)
Rose: *points my wand at him* Shut up! I might be a prefect but I still give a mean bat bogey hex! *threatens* Go play on a road or something!
-He laughs wickedly- Boy: "I don't care what you do to me. But your fiancé will never wake up! I've seen this before! You might as well kill him yourself and spare him the suffering."
Lauryn: *Points glove, grabs the Slytherin and throws them through the solid stone wall* Sorry Madam, looks like a couple more beds will be filled tonight.
-The boy gets thrown back. Laughing can be heard out the door and then chanting- "Weasleys lost her fiancé! Weasleys lost her fiancé!"
Lauryn: *Walks over to the hole* Weasley didn't lose F*** ALL. SHUT UP NOW, DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?! *Screams of pain can be heard* I can't hear you.