 ½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf
The hand slap was hardly amicable, sheesh, but nevertheless he took the hint and stepped out of the way.
Zeke's gaze followed that of Daphne's as she surveyed the scene. He supposed it hadn't gone quite to plan then, the whole thing. Still, it could've been worse, right? It was only at this point that some realisation of what had just happened was sinking in - albeit, slowly. Holstering his wand, his gaze returned to the curse-breaker as she untied her hair.
He wasn't even sure that her comment was directed at him until she'd said 'Kid', but still, he was confused. Examining his arms, torso and legs with a few pat-downs with his hand, he found a couple of scrapes and tears but nothing he could really attribute to having been in a 'battle'. Scars?
"Huh?" he murmured, as his hands touched to his face for the first time and felt the sticky wet of blood.
...
Oh.
Crud.
He recalled the face scratching now, and that searing pain.
Zeke cursed under his breath.
It was a strange thing, discovering a wound and suddenly feeling its pain. It was like he was a small child again, discovering a scrape on his knee he didn't know was there after falling on the run. The numbness leaving only the with realisation of the damage received, and suddenly the world was ending. But the world was NOT ending, not right now. Though it may as well have been close enough, bad enough.
"Mum's going to kill me," he groaned, trying to feel the extent of the cut... no... cuts. Circe have mercy. Not that he was a mummy's boy... he waswasn't. In the pocket of his pants he had a small vial of Murtlap Essence which he pulled out and unstoppered, tipping it onto the sleeve of his jumper before securing it to his face. He would have to raid the bathroom cupboard for something stronger when he got home, at least it would be in one piece, even if he was a little shredded.
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