 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
There was a scowl set deeply onto Noble's face as he made a detour from the Hospital Wing to hammer loudly on Hirsch's door.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
He and the Ravenclaw Head of House needed words. For numerous reasons, but the main one currently being the scalded skin across his arm and shoulder. Needless to say, he was NOT a happy bunny at its cause. Nor did he understand how the Defence professor could have possibly condoned it where any poor firstie could have easily got hurt much worse than he had.
Ignatius paced as he waited, the blistered skin feeling taut and sore despite the ample burn paste smothered upon it. He'd done a decent job of repairing his singed robes after the Healer had set to work, but the bandages she'd wrapped around for protection still peeped through here and there, the pale beige in contrast to the navy of his sleeve.
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