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Originally Posted by
Tiro MacMhuirich 
With the smaller boy still craddled in his arms, and resting on his hip, Steven walked through the doors to the Great Hall. He groaned a little, carrying two sets of water-logged robes and a small boy through water was not easy. No sir-eeeee.
Steven looked over at Clifford and saw the nurse standing with him. "Miss Avalon?" He called out, walking over to the pair. "Can you check Jude over?" He asked, using his name since the younger boy had supplied it on the way to the Great Hall. "He almost drowned in the common room."
He whispered incredibly softly into her ear, so that no-one would hear him say it. He didn't want anyone to pick on his new friend. No-one.
Seeing that the Great Hall was, for the most part where there was NOT students, dry, Jude immediately wanted down. He tried to shake his head, he didn't want medical help. He wanted a towel and his bed... which was now soaked with water. He wanted a towel and A bed. Any bed.
"Down pleeze," he murmured at the boy, and loosened his clinging grip on him.
He looked to the potion being offered and nodded... Taking the little vial with one hand he wiggled the stopper off with his thumb and drank it, while trying to wiggle himself down to the floor and onto his own feet. He wanted his independence and dignity back now, please.
Independence would come more easily than dignity, for shortly after that thought rang through his head, something else did, too -- smoke from the Pepperup potion in his ears. Great....