If Ned was the vindictive sort, he might have relished the fact he had made a rule breaker scream. Instead, he cringed, feeling horrible that he's startled them so terribly. One of the books' spines landed on his foot, and he was glad the darkness concealed the twisted, pain expression that contorted his face.

As Alice lifted her wand, he raised both his own wand and his other hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light. Was that a glimpse of red hair? That wouldn't necessarily narrow it down. There were quite a few students who were gingers.

It wasn't until he heard her voice that he allowed his wand hand to drop. "Alice?" He questioned, his voice dripping with confusion. He would be able to recognize her voice anywhere, and she was the absolute last person he would ever expect to be out of bed. Had something happened? Was she in pursuit of one of the others? Or headed to the Hospital Wing?

"Are you alright?"