Emrys frowned. He only liked Quidditch insofar as he had to in order to follow Arthur's stories when he talked about it, but he had never really understood why anyone would willingly subject themselves to being hit with bludgers. They were terribly violent. A woman had died in the stands when one found her a few years ago. It wasn't the sort of thing you simply didn't feel.
"Can I see?" he asked, though he didn't want to. It felt like a necessary piece of information, though, if he were to unravel the problem of this. "You didn't take anything?" he asked, meaning the sorts of substances that would dissociate the user from reality. He didn't think Art did those things generally, and he certainly thought Arthur wasn't foolish enough to have willingly done them and then not mentioned that as a relevant piece of information, but things happened at parties. He might have been slipped something without realizing. "Could you have taken anything?"
"Can I see?" he asked, though he didn't want to. It felt like a necessary piece of information, though, if he were to unravel the problem of this. "You didn't take anything?" he asked, meaning the sorts of substances that would dissociate the user from reality. He didn't think Art did those things generally, and he certainly thought Arthur wasn't foolish enough to have willingly done them and then not mentioned that as a relevant piece of information, but things happened at parties. He might have been slipped something without realizing. "Could you have taken anything?"
Lou made this! <3