“Miss,” he panted, placing a steadying hand on his chest and gulping down air, "Please give me your knickers, right now.”

Fleur felt her eyes widen dramatically at his startlingly abrupt request, and she repeated in an astonished voice. “My knee-kers?”

"Look, I hit you and you might have a... a..." She waved her other hand in the air, in a vain attempt to conjur the English word, "A..."
 

   "Concussion?" Bill supplied, rubbing his head with a slightly exasperated look on his face.