He hadn’t argued, which was good; but the way he grinned despite that recent knock to the head had Tybalt worried that the mild-mannered, measured young man before him wasn’t entirely well. “You could say that,” Tyb said, with a wince and a laugh all at once as he led the way - more soberly - back down some stairs towards the hospital wing where the nurse would no doubt still be up to tend to the poor bloke.
“I s’pose that was a taste of the authentic Hogwarts experience,” he reasoned, with a good-humoured touch of ruefulness. Most adventures had ended in the hospital wing or a detention, so. He had not, however, intended to derail - ruin, possibly - Mr. Holm’s whole evening. “But I’m afraid the problem with me is that I get, ah - carried away. Here, though -” he gestured to the door they’d just reached, with a wry smile. “I’ll pass you on to safer hands.”
“I s’pose that was a taste of the authentic Hogwarts experience,” he reasoned, with a good-humoured touch of ruefulness. Most adventures had ended in the hospital wing or a detention, so. He had not, however, intended to derail - ruin, possibly - Mr. Holm’s whole evening. “But I’m afraid the problem with me is that I get, ah - carried away. Here, though -” he gestured to the door they’d just reached, with a wry smile. “I’ll pass you on to safer hands.”
