 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
There was a bit of wincing as he lowered himself down into the chair, but oh it was nice to be sat down. Ignatius rubbed his leg a little to loosen the soreness in the muscle, before pulling his chair closer to the table. Hopefully, after all the enquiries, it could now be a case of out of sight, out of mind. For all involved...himself included.
A nuisance, that's what his leg was tonight. Nothing more, nothing less.
"It's fine," the Potions professor replied to Kaysha on his right. "Just a little fall. Nothing some bruise paste won't fix by morning." When he'd had chance to brew some, since that'd be a whole lot easier, and likely quicker, than hobbling up to whichever floor the hospital wing was on. And past Kay, he saw that look the Flying Instructor was giving him. Ignatius shook his head lightly, mouthing a "Later" to Haruldur. He liked the man, and if he wanted a chuckle, Ignatius might oblige after a drink or two.
But now to the lovely lady on his other side, Celestia. "Just need to check with our in-house herbologist about some ingredients, but then I'll be good to go." And talk of the man himself...here came Paul. "Speak for yourself, old man," Ignatius replied, his left cheek tugging upward slightly. To the untrained eye around Ignatius, it was probably unclear whether it was an attempt at a smile or a smirk, but his comment was meant in warmth and jest. He toured the greenhouses shortly after his arrival at Hogwarts, and was very much looking forward to having access to such a plentiful and well-stocked source of fresh ingredients.
...he didn't get to say much else to the fellow though, since he then saw the antics happening at his old house table. Kids these days...no discipline!
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