 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
"Oh, I'm sure Professor Baldvinsson won't mind." The Icelandic man was always late, the opposite to his own need for punctuality, so he rather suspected that Haraldur wouldn't have even noticed his absence. He watched her look over the wounds, standing up himself as she tested her weight on it. All was looking promising, and he assumed she'd be on her way shortly. "Are you alright to go back to the castle yourself?" he asked. He would accompany if needed, but he figured that might not be something she wanted. As for the aftercare...it seemed like she had a sensible head on those shoulders. "Gnome saliva isn't poisonous, but do go seeing Healer Macmillan if you notice anything out of the ordinary over the next few days."
Noble grumbled as movement caught his attention, and the gnome burrowed downwards and escaped. However, he felt no need to go after it. He doubted it'd be coming back any time soon, and quite frankly, it wasn't the first living thing at this castle to call him mean. Far from it. He started to reholster his wand, before turning back to Emmalyn at that 'Sir'. "Yes?" His brow furrowed, which turned into a full frown as he saw those coins. Coins like those from the hoard. There was no way they could be out here. The museum had put strong safe guards on the exhibition by the Great Hall.
"By the path?" Noble levitated one from her hand for a closer look. "A trail of them, you said? Where exactly did it start?"
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