Peeves reacted about as Nacho had expected and the disappointment sat hollowly in his chest. He’d needed more of a fight to really get the angst out but he’d count it as a win. For now. Not many could boast they knew how to scare the poltergeist off. Not even some seventh years, he thought smugly.
Turning then to the girl he’d inadvertently saved, Nacho offered her his hand so she could stand up. “Olvídalo,” he mumbled grumpily. “It’s not like I’d do it again if I had a choice.”
And while, fair enough, he realized even as the words were coming out of his mouth that they were probably a lot more hurtful to her than they were protective to his pride. There wasn’t even anyone around to be tough in front of. Nacho felt a small zing of regret and it flickered across his face, softening his baby round features. “Come on,” he urged, more quietly. “I’ll walk you to class…”
Turning then to the girl he’d inadvertently saved, Nacho offered her his hand so she could stand up. “Olvídalo,” he mumbled grumpily. “It’s not like I’d do it again if I had a choice.”
And while, fair enough, he realized even as the words were coming out of his mouth that they were probably a lot more hurtful to her than they were protective to his pride. There wasn’t even anyone around to be tough in front of. Nacho felt a small zing of regret and it flickered across his face, softening his baby round features. “Come on,” he urged, more quietly. “I’ll walk you to class…”