He would have dipped down to get his own wand, but any movement of his shoulder sent twinges of spasming pain down his arm, so Agrimony elected to stay still as he watched Foxwood retrieve his wand. He expected to be handed his wand and perhaps for Foxwood to fetch a bandage kit but instead the Slytherin found himself being turned to face the other boy again. He wasn't exactly in a position to protest, however he watched him warily, his eyes and expression suspicious; as if he had something precious in his pockets that Foxwood was seeking to take.
The other boy's touch was...peculiar, and Agrimony continued to watch him, more curious than cautious now that he saw Foxwood was trying to heal him. And he'd done so without a second thought, not even to accuse him of putting his life in danger. It seemed Foxwood was murmuring to himself more than to Agrimony, and yet he heard himself say, "Cuts on one's shoulder usually aren't very fun." in response to the Ravenclaw's musings. Yet injuries were pretty par for the course for Agrimony — he usually had to patch himself up, relying on the aid of magic to help him reach places he couldn't.
Either Foxwood didn't hear him or he was merely too concentrated on healing to hear Agrimony's answer — either way, there was a prickling of annoyance that tugged at him when he saw the degree of concentration to which the other student was under. He also resisted the urge to swat at Foxwood's hand as he felt the skin pulling together as it was being healed. For all the good that it did, this was the worst part of the spell for Agrimony; the sensation felt as if there were something crawling underneath his skin, so unpleasant that it took strength to not tear the wound right open again.
Feeling the pressure of Foxwood's touch on his arm disappear, Agrimony pulled his hand back quickly as he realized there was little space anywhere around them — one step backwards and he would back into the desk behind him. Blinking, he searched Foxwood's expression before there was enough room between them that Agrimony felt he might actually breathe again. "Thanks." He said finally, his good hand reaching up to his injured shoulder. It felt only sore now, the trickling feeling having disappeared. Looking Foxwood up and down, he felt the strangest sensation that it was his turn to say something now. "You're not...er - hurt, are you?"
The other boy's touch was...peculiar, and Agrimony continued to watch him, more curious than cautious now that he saw Foxwood was trying to heal him. And he'd done so without a second thought, not even to accuse him of putting his life in danger. It seemed Foxwood was murmuring to himself more than to Agrimony, and yet he heard himself say, "Cuts on one's shoulder usually aren't very fun." in response to the Ravenclaw's musings. Yet injuries were pretty par for the course for Agrimony — he usually had to patch himself up, relying on the aid of magic to help him reach places he couldn't.
Either Foxwood didn't hear him or he was merely too concentrated on healing to hear Agrimony's answer — either way, there was a prickling of annoyance that tugged at him when he saw the degree of concentration to which the other student was under. He also resisted the urge to swat at Foxwood's hand as he felt the skin pulling together as it was being healed. For all the good that it did, this was the worst part of the spell for Agrimony; the sensation felt as if there were something crawling underneath his skin, so unpleasant that it took strength to not tear the wound right open again.
Feeling the pressure of Foxwood's touch on his arm disappear, Agrimony pulled his hand back quickly as he realized there was little space anywhere around them — one step backwards and he would back into the desk behind him. Blinking, he searched Foxwood's expression before there was enough room between them that Agrimony felt he might actually breathe again. "Thanks." He said finally, his good hand reaching up to his injured shoulder. It felt only sore now, the trickling feeling having disappeared. Looking Foxwood up and down, he felt the strangest sensation that it was his turn to say something now. "You're not...er - hurt, are you?"
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