It may have been terrifying for Dervish, but Erin was having the time of his life. He was built like a seeker anyways, whip-cord thin, something that came in handy for Quidditch and now, for running. He skidded around the corner just in front of another blasting spell, ducking the same chunk of ceiling as Percy and then twisting around to check behind him. Looked like the statue couldn't actually follow them - at least, it wasn't now. Colored stars and smoke, coupled with bit of plaster and stone, were still causing a cacophony of light and sound in the corridor beyond. Some green smoke drifted out into their new hallway of choice and Erin waved it away, then ran a hand through his hair to dislodge stray bits of stone and dust and whatever else had been stirred up by the attack. He was still grinning.
"Brillant, Dervish," he said happily. "Good idea, that. Top notch, full marks, etc."