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debpetrisor 
Argh, was he going to get in trouble for this?
He'd been searching and searching and endlessly searching the school grounds for the small creatures, hoping to encounter one, and eventually he did find one, except- well, their encounter was the reason he came to the hospital wing, one hand clasping the other - lightly bleeding - one behind his back, and a scratch hidden by his fringe that he wasn't even aware of.
Never mind that the small bowtruckle - the very same that had attacked him - was snuggled comfortably in the pocket of his robe, only a twig or two poking out every once in a while when it scouted the new surroundings. When he'd gotten too close to the tree it guarded in his excitement to have finally spotted one, it had likely believed he'd wanted to harm the tree, so the bowtruckle had attempted to claw his eyes out, though he'd guarded them just in time, and the back of his hand became the victim instead.
... until he'd offered woodlice, and the bowtruckle had immediately become his friend, and a very clingy one, hence the reason it was safely tucked in his pocket. Not because he'd taken it from its tree, but because it clung to him, and he adored the small creature.
But he still needed to treat those nasty scratches. The hospital wing was eerily quiet as he stepped inside, curiously looking around for the healer. "Hello?"
Penny was back in the storeroom as usual fussing over some supplies, she had made a list of what she needed and was going to send it off to St.Mungos, so far the injuries this term had been fairly light, but she wanted to be well prepared in case something drastic happened.
Those hawk drawing were somewhat unsettling.
A voice pulled her from her thoughts and she hurried out to see a small boy there.
“Hello sugar, what can I do for you?” She asked kindly as her eyes took in the slightly rumpled appearance of the child. As well as the slight movement in the pocket of his robes.
Had he been in a fight?