After the boys left, Regina struggled to catch her breath the curse had knocked out of her lungs. As she turned around to glance at the girl who chased the attackers away, a concerned voice dissolved her foggy thoughts.
"Are you alright?"
Regina’s vision focused on the blonde. That Griffindor idiot, she thought.
"Go away, Swan," Regina growled. Last thing she needed was for the Swan girl to see her humiliated like that. Weak, knocked out by a simple stunning curse - not even well cast, as she could still move even though every movement hurt.
"A simple thank you would be enough, you know. I just saved your sorry ass here, Mills, those two jerks could have easily done worse than a half-ass stunning curse," Emma Swan said in a voice that sounded more hurt than offended.
"I had it under control. How come you’re even here, last time I checked the Griffindors were too goody-shoed to wander around the castle after curfew."
"I heard them talking about ganging up on you after what happened to McGonagall, they think you are supplying inside information to your mother at the Ministry."
Emma seemed to be blushing. Regina could say she was lying when she said next: “I did not want my house to lose any more points for their hot headed actions.”
"I didn’t need your help," Regina said. They both knew she was lying, too.