Ms. Dashwood rushed out into the hallway and knelt before Basil before he could utter a single word. If it were appropriate he would have placed his hand against her back in solace, but instead Gus shifted to awkwardly wrap an arm around Basil in case he needed help standing. “Ms. Dashwood,” Gus tried again as he flicked his gaze toward her, “mistakes happen and I promise you, if anyone will take the blame it will be me. I know it’s hard not to fret, but your cousin is resilient and will come out of this unscathed.” Or so he hoped. At least the other professor seemed to be coming to, as he started to blink. It was enough to make the young woman stand.

“Thank you, but the nurse will be unnecessary.” Blue hues shifted from the woman to Basil, where he smiled almost fondly. He shifted to cup his hand around his cheek but thought better of it, choosing instead to brush hair back from his face, where at least examined his head for any outward burns or cuts, thankful he found none. He’d gotten a haircut recently, he noted, although the information wouldn’t do him good. Gus tore his gaze from Basil as he turned his attention back toward her. “I’ve got it from here. Good job again, Ms. Dashwood.” Gus offered her a smile before he chuckled quietly. “I’ll be sure to send him your way once he’s back on his feet.”

Soon, he hoped. Turning his attention back toward Basil, Gus dropped his hand back to his side. “Hey there Basil,” he cooed softly, “You feeling okay?” It’s temporary, he reminded himself. How much could Ms. Dashwood truly botched up a spell?

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