Tybalt careened out of the passageway after Mr. Holm, and the giddy feeling of fun came to a crunching halt when he heard the crack of head against thousand-year-old stone, and saw, a moment later, blood on his fingertips.
“Damn,” he swore under his breath, wincing as he stepped over to inspect the ginger’s head, mood well altered. “I’m so sorry,” Tybalt said fervently, feeling rueful and responsible. “I should’ve warned you.” This was not the tour of the castle he’d meant to take the fellow on. Speaking of, this was probably the tour officially over. Just his sort of thing, wasn’t it, promising fun and someone ending up hurt? Hopefully the poor lad wouldn’t hold it against him forever; for once, Tyb had even thought he’d been making a half-decent first impression.
It couldn’t be worse than a bludger knock to the head, but Tybalt was not a stranger to nasty concussions, and he didn’t fancy hauling Mr. Holm’s unconscious body to or fro from the Astronomy Tower (- he’d probably swoon and fall right off -), so instead he suggested with a grimace, “I think maybe I should show you to the hospital wing?”
“Damn,” he swore under his breath, wincing as he stepped over to inspect the ginger’s head, mood well altered. “I’m so sorry,” Tybalt said fervently, feeling rueful and responsible. “I should’ve warned you.” This was not the tour of the castle he’d meant to take the fellow on. Speaking of, this was probably the tour officially over. Just his sort of thing, wasn’t it, promising fun and someone ending up hurt? Hopefully the poor lad wouldn’t hold it against him forever; for once, Tyb had even thought he’d been making a half-decent first impression.
It couldn’t be worse than a bludger knock to the head, but Tybalt was not a stranger to nasty concussions, and he didn’t fancy hauling Mr. Holm’s unconscious body to or fro from the Astronomy Tower (- he’d probably swoon and fall right off -), so instead he suggested with a grimace, “I think maybe I should show you to the hospital wing?”
