Madison flew down next to Rianna, who wept over Martin's limp body curled into fetal position. The older Ravenclaw had just made over a dozen dementors flee, and the silver owl circled overhead to prevent their return, but she knew it was too late for Martin. She kept the thought of Patricia in her head to give fuel to the Patronus, but it was difficult to keep a frown from her face and tears from her eyes. Being separated from Patricia was hard enough, but she couldn't imagine what she would do if Patricia had been kissed by a dementor.
"Rianna…" Madison whispered, approaching the Sixth year slowly. She placed the broom on the ground and rubbed the girl's back. "Rianna, I know how terrible this must be, but Professors McGonagall and Flitwick are here."
Rianna looked up, her face a disaster. Tears and snot covered her face, and Madison realized that she probably didn't know how Rianna felt at all. She knew that there was no way to get Martin's soul back – it was gone for good, and so was he. "Ca-can they save him?" Rianna asked weakly, kin to that of a child asking if a destroyed doll could be repaired.
Madison pursed her lips sadly at the girl, wrapping her arms around her. She had her eyes shut when she heard the noise – it sounded like fireworks. She turned and looked up into the sky, where sparks of all colors rose up into the air. It must have been McGonagall or Flitwick signaling that they needed help. "We have to go," Madsion whispered. Her Patronus was faltering slightly.
"But… what about Martin?"
The Ravenclaw stood up, trying to empty herself of the sadness. She pointed her wand at the broom and casted a Strengthening Charm on it. She looked at Rianna, her face a picture of apathy. "Yes," she lied, "but first we have to go to those sparks."