Well that cleared up nothing at all, Jack thought, his expression remaining mostly unchanged. He actually wasn't sure he'd ever heard real Gobbledegook but that wasn’t the point. He was sure, however, that he knew this woman. There was something about that particular flavor of condescension that brought her name from the depths of his memory back to him with a jolt. Miss Malfoy. How could he forget.
Of course the fact that they'd gone to school together or that she had been The Worst didn't change anything. He was still a constable and she still needed his help. Hands still raised in a placating stance he prepared himself to try and explain that there was no way she'd been murdered given the fact that she was still plainly alive… and also maybe convince her to let him take her to the hospital. Maybe she was suffering from Hysterics - he'd heard that was something women got sometimes.
When she finally clarified that she'd been attacked his skeptical confusion took on a tint of high alert his eyes shot towards the corner she'd indicated. He saw nothing of note but really, it had been several minutes now, any attacker would surely have run by now. Eyes still on the corner, he drew his wand and directed it to the sky and cast a spell that would summon back up from any nearby constables.
Reassured that help was on the way he focused his attention back on Miss Malfoy who, despite being who she was, was still a victim here. He gave her a quick once over to rule out any obvious injury before locking eyes with her.
"I'm not an expert," he started carefully "but I'm fairly certain you aren't dead." He searched her face for any indication that she might believe him. She must be terribly shaken to be so convinced that she'd been killed and honestly he felt bad for her. "Inferi don't talk and ghosts…. Well -" he reached out to her, intending to touch her arm as if to prove she was still quite solid but thought better of it at the last moment. Instead he offered his arm to her - ghosts couldn’t touch things right?
Of course the fact that they'd gone to school together or that she had been The Worst didn't change anything. He was still a constable and she still needed his help. Hands still raised in a placating stance he prepared himself to try and explain that there was no way she'd been murdered given the fact that she was still plainly alive… and also maybe convince her to let him take her to the hospital. Maybe she was suffering from Hysterics - he'd heard that was something women got sometimes.
When she finally clarified that she'd been attacked his skeptical confusion took on a tint of high alert his eyes shot towards the corner she'd indicated. He saw nothing of note but really, it had been several minutes now, any attacker would surely have run by now. Eyes still on the corner, he drew his wand and directed it to the sky and cast a spell that would summon back up from any nearby constables.
Reassured that help was on the way he focused his attention back on Miss Malfoy who, despite being who she was, was still a victim here. He gave her a quick once over to rule out any obvious injury before locking eyes with her.
"I'm not an expert," he started carefully "but I'm fairly certain you aren't dead." He searched her face for any indication that she might believe him. She must be terribly shaken to be so convinced that she'd been killed and honestly he felt bad for her. "Inferi don't talk and ghosts…. Well -" he reached out to her, intending to touch her arm as if to prove she was still quite solid but thought better of it at the last moment. Instead he offered his arm to her - ghosts couldn’t touch things right?
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