Su Er found Neville in the shadows of an easily overlooked corner in the left-hand corridor on the third floor.
When Su Er found the poor boy, he was being forced to play a game of snuggling up to several red-eyed Ashwinders as they snuggled up to him.
He swiftly froze the Ashwinders into blocks of ice, then smashed them.
"Finite Incantatem..." Su Er helped Neville up with a frown. "Why are you here? And who used a Freezing Charm on you?"
Neville's ashen, vacant face was his only answer, his eyes hollow and hopeless. Meanwhile, his body shivered uncontrollably from prolonged exposure to the cold. Although spring had arrived and the air had warmed a little, nights in the highlands were still bitterly cold.
Heaven knew whether Neville had broken down after being stuck in a flickering corridor with several Ashwinders pressed against his face and cold air blowing over him constantly.
It was understandable. Any normal person subjected to this would be left with psychological scars.
Su Er sighed, conjured Bluebell Flames, and moved them closer to Neville.
He would see whether this could bring Neville around. If it still did not work, he could only take him to Madam Pomfrey.
Quite some time passed.
The warm blue flames finally brought a little color back to Neville's face, which no longer looked as ashen as a corpse's.
He turned his neck stiffly and blankly, like a broken robot, to face Su Er.
"S-Su Er... you're here." His lips trembled as he managed an extremely strained smile.
"I've been here for ages." Su Er breathed a sigh of relief and helped Neville up. "Come on, I'll take you to the Hospital Wing and have Madam Pomfrey look at you."
Neville did not respond, evidently still caught in the shadow