Rufus was quite certain that if Tommy felt he needed to cast a spell on himself he should see a healer. He was all for rubbing dirt into his cuts and bruises but normally for sport induced things toughing it out only made it worse. Watching Tommy point the wand at himself in any other circumstance might have been a laughing matter, what with the way he was hunched over, but right now it seemed far from it.

Episky. Rufus remembered the spell from school. He'd had his fair share of broken bones that the nurse had had to heal up. But he'd also heard horror stories about it. While he was good at charms and even some healing charms, handy when one had several younger siblings who all played quidditch, he didn't want to put Tommy at risk right before practice. "Er, maybe if you have a broken bone. But not like that." Rufus eyed the way Tommy had his wand angled. Then sighed, there was no way he'd convince the stubborn man to see a healer and there was a reason he'd taken to practicing minor healing charms. "Maybe let someone whose not injured try?" It wasn't a question.