Unexpectedly a jolt went up Rufus’s arm. A mix of a yelp or ‘ow’ crossed Rufus’s lips unintentionally (use to pain he liked to think he was typically good at hiding it) surprising himself, and likely the fellow he’d almost bumped into.

At the man’s question Rufus took stock of himself. A stinging pain lingered and he was left with the impression that the coin had, for lack of a better word) shocked him. “Yeah.” He responded automatically as his fingers drew the coin out of his pocket for inspection. He held it in front of himself, eyeing it, wondering how such pain could have come from it. Surely it hadn’t been the coin, had it? Perhaps it was just an old quidditch wound acting up - but even Rufus knew that wasn’t likely the case. “I think it did something to me.” Rufus explained as he moved it around to look at each angle, had he missed something when he picked it up.