 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
"You shouldn't judge Lance because he's visually impaired." Celandine told Tino, she'd have waggled her finger at him but her good arm was busy supporting the one that was busy being broken.
And purple.
"Splint and stuff. But its not straight."
Cela was, in a vague sort of way, talking about the transfiguration spells they'd learned a few terms ago. But she wasn't planning on letting them grab her arm and wrench it straight enough to apply a splint.
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