 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
It was a few hours later by the time he made it back into the potions room. A few hours later, a lot of breath gone, and a good deal of fatigue and injury that would make some lovely stories if he ever got the breath back to tell them. His head still killed from smacking it off the faucet, and both his hands had a good deal of blood on them; the right from the hitch-hiker leech and the left bearing a gouge from the wonderful run in with the owls. All in all, it had been great, adventurous fun, but he couldn't say he wanted to do it again.
Slipping back into the room, Sabel made his way over to Lafay, doing his best to tie up the bag without soiling it before handing it over. "A goodie bag of trouble." He gave the woman a small smile. "Thank you, Professor...for this year." The last thing he wanted to do was start to say his goodbyes, though it was strange how Lafay was suddenly on the list of people he felt the need to say goodbye to. Last year, it would have been a consideration that never would have crossed his mind.
Seeing as how he couldn't really shake her hand with the conditions his own were in, he gave her a respectful nod. Hopefully it was enough. Hopefully, he would run across her path again.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
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