Freezing stiff as a brick when she heard Darren's voice, she glared over at him. "You prat! They want you here, why would you come!" she exclaimed, her eyebrows pulled together. She had no time at all to even lecture him like the motherly-type personality she had towards him. She cared to much and while they were dueling, Ginevra started to fidget with the ropes around her hands. Shaking her hand, she was attempting to get her wand, not caring who was watching because if Darren was in this, so was she. Raising her eyebrow at Sue, she let out a little girly scream and then rolled just before Darren had come to her. "You really think that's fair? You knew he would do that, at least Scor has his wand! I guess I take all those words back, you are as low as I thought you were." sqirming still, she glanced at Darren's shoulder and bit her lip hard. She needed to get to him, she took a passion with healing and that was now her goal. "Take care of yourself, i'll be okay." she told Darren, looking at the ground next and slyly still attempting. Not paying attention, she felt heat rise above and she let out a gasp. Not sight of Darren any longer, all she saw was the fire and it was really not just fire. ****, ****, ****, please, please no! she thought to herself, straining quite a bit as she actually started to try to get out of the ropes.