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Nordic Witch 
The seventh year badger was clearly concerned for her well being. It was nice of him, but Laurel didn't need Remy to check to see if her head was bleeding or in worse case she had split open her scalp and needed to go see River for medical attention. Shaking her head she evaded Remy's offer to check her head by repeating firmly, and taking a few steps back from him. "I'm fine, Remy! My head's not bleeding only throbbing a little and I don't need to trouble Healer Reed for just getting whacked in the head by two books." Talk about embarrassing much? No that was not happening. Laurel was not going to go see River for this, not unless she really needed to.
How Remy knew to ask to check her head for bleeding was suspicious unless of course he wanted to become a healer. She was not going to be his first patient. She was his professor even if he didn't take her subject. It'd be too awkward. Focusing on the books in her arms she said "Yes, thank you. Please put the books back where they belong." They weren't the books she had been looking for anyway. That Remy hadn't seen anyone else was odd but this was a magical school. So it was possible that the books had acted on their own accord. "So why are you in the library at this hour Remy and not with your friends?"
The steps backwards made it obvious that the Professor didn’t want help, and he held his hands upto show he didn’t mean her any harm.
”Okay Professor, I was just offering.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen Healer Head check head wounds often enough in the Hospital Wing over the past year. But it was fine, he just hoped if she started to feel dizzy she would go and see the Healer -concussions were definitely important. That was something he knew from Quidditch let along from the studying he’d been doing with Healer Reed.
Taking the two books from her hand, the tall Hufflepuff turned around and looked for the gap. When he found them, he reached upwards and easily slotted the two books back into place.
”I think they simply weren’t pressed back into their space enough.” Well, it was better that, than Peeves picking on the Professor specifically anyway.
Turning back around to face the blonde Professor he shrugged one of his shoulders.
”Studying, its NEWT year.” He said as if that explained
everything.