Delilah couldn’t help but grin at him (she did have a deep hatred of gnomes) although her face morphed into a frown soon after she turned back toward him. His hand was bleeding profusely, and watching him pull out his own handkerchief made her realize she probably should have offered him one; a little blood wasn’t going to hurt anything, and it wasn’t like if it was ruined she’d be depressed over it. She dropped his arm.
Moving to stand beside him, Lila let her fingers linger against his back almost touching him, but knowing that if she actually pressed her fingers against him, things would be even more awkward than they already were. She nodded her head at his comment as her cheeks reddened. His next comment caught her off guard and Lila laughed as she turned toward him, wearing a smile, highly doubting that a professor needed to be kept on their toes. “Well now you can go back to Hogwarts and show everyone your battle scars. The first years will be impressed at least.” She hummed as she walked toward the back door that led into the house. Her son had gotten hurt earlier chasing their new cat, and luckily for them she hadn’t had a chance to put away the healing paste.
Ushering them both inside, Lila reached forward and took his hand within her own without another thought, pulling the handkerchief free with her other hand; she inspected the bite and gave a sympathetic wince once she saw how deep the bite marks were — that was definitely going to leave a mark. “Well, the good news Mr. Skeeter, is that gnome werewolves don't exist, so you won’t be turned into some weird… gnome-wolf every full moon.” Her fingers lightly brushed against the bite. “The bad news is you’ll have to keep it wrapped for a few days, but I think you’re better versed in gnomes than I am. Please go wash it while I get the healing paste, and you’ll get you all fixed up in a jiffy.” She tossed the bloody handkerchief onto a surface as she nodded her head toward the sink before she moved to grab the paste; thank goodness for procrastination.
Moving to stand beside him, Lila let her fingers linger against his back almost touching him, but knowing that if she actually pressed her fingers against him, things would be even more awkward than they already were. She nodded her head at his comment as her cheeks reddened. His next comment caught her off guard and Lila laughed as she turned toward him, wearing a smile, highly doubting that a professor needed to be kept on their toes. “Well now you can go back to Hogwarts and show everyone your battle scars. The first years will be impressed at least.” She hummed as she walked toward the back door that led into the house. Her son had gotten hurt earlier chasing their new cat, and luckily for them she hadn’t had a chance to put away the healing paste.
Ushering them both inside, Lila reached forward and took his hand within her own without another thought, pulling the handkerchief free with her other hand; she inspected the bite and gave a sympathetic wince once she saw how deep the bite marks were — that was definitely going to leave a mark. “Well, the good news Mr. Skeeter, is that gnome werewolves don't exist, so you won’t be turned into some weird… gnome-wolf every full moon.” Her fingers lightly brushed against the bite. “The bad news is you’ll have to keep it wrapped for a few days, but I think you’re better versed in gnomes than I am. Please go wash it while I get the healing paste, and you’ll get you all fixed up in a jiffy.” She tossed the bloody handkerchief onto a surface as she nodded her head toward the sink before she moved to grab the paste; thank goodness for procrastination.
