'Hey, look, a bird!'
'No, it's a plane!' someone joked.
'No, it's…wait, it is a plane.'
There was a pause.
'Oh my God, it's a plane! It's going to crash right on Hogwarts!'
'The Muggle-repelling wards will protect us!'
The plane continued to spiral downwards in an impressive display of fire and smoke.
'Students, disperse from the area immediately,' came the commanding voice of Professor McGonagall. The students in the gathering crowd felt themselves forcefully pulled back to the main castle, away from the open grounds. 'Make your way to the Great Hall in a calm and orderly manner.'
No one moved.
'NOW!' Fireworks burst with a bang out of the professor's wand. Everyone scurried inside.
It was not a moment too soon – the plane fell past the Muggle-repelling wards and finally made it to the ground.
In the Great Hall, the professors conversed in hushed voices as the students wondered what had just happened. Finally, the teachers came out of their huddle, and the students quieted immediately.
'Students, remain seated,' Professor Dumbledore said. 'Your lunch will be served shortly.' He strode out of the Great Hall, with Professors McGonagall and Burbage following. The remaining professors stared down at the students sternly from the Head Table.
The four professors and Madam Pomfrey stood at the perimeter of the ruined aircraft.
'I defer to your expertise in this matter, Charity,' said Professor Dumbledore.
Professor Burbage, teacher of Muggle Studies, gulped nervously and nodded. 'All right,' she said. 'First, check for survivors.'
'Homenum revelio,' the Headmaster incanted, waving his wand at the heap of metal.
A red glow lit up at the tip of his wand. His eyes widened. 'There is one.'
'We have to hurry! She might still be saved!' Madam Pomfrey urged, starting towards the remains.
They scoured the remains, the professors levitating and transfiguring twisted bits of metal out of Madam Pomfrey's way.
Of all the places I could have landed, it had to be in a deserted ruins. Ugh. She let her head slump back onto her shoulder. Her leg, trapped under the remains of an armrest, was still hurting dreadfully, but with the awkward position she was in, she couldn't move.
I'll probably die here, she thought, closing her eyes. Funny. Only survivor of a plane crash, only to die minutes after, and in great pain. Why couldn't I have died like everyone else?
As she slipped into unconsciousness, she thought she heard voices.