While by no means entirely well, to say he was entirely out of it would have been equal of a lie. He was conscious and aware of what was going on around him—the shattering of the cup that had followed her remark, the sound of her footsteps, the sudden touch on his shoulders, all of it. Still, that wasn't enough to make him answer immediately; he wasn't really sure what had happened.
"Something hit me—alright?" he snapped, his words coming out a wee too sharp for his liking. It was quickly followed by an apologetic glance in her direction with a mumbled "sorry". His knees, much like his palms, were now stinging too, so he rolled himself onto his behind and looked up to face her.
"I'm sure it was nothing more than a subduing spell. Or something." Something was probably the correct answer, because normal jinxes and hexes had an immediate effect, not one that showed the effects ten or twenty minutes later. He didn't want to worry her, though, so quickly snapped his gaze down to his bleeding palms.
"Something hit me—alright?" he snapped, his words coming out a wee too sharp for his liking. It was quickly followed by an apologetic glance in her direction with a mumbled "sorry". His knees, much like his palms, were now stinging too, so he rolled himself onto his behind and looked up to face her.
"I'm sure it was nothing more than a subduing spell. Or something." Something was probably the correct answer, because normal jinxes and hexes had an immediate effect, not one that showed the effects ten or twenty minutes later. He didn't want to worry her, though, so quickly snapped his gaze down to his bleeding palms.
— set by MJ! —