 Canon Niffler || Neville's Yorkshire Pudding | | Teddy's Biographer || P + R = ♥
There was so much shouting going on. Lorcan lifted the ice pack off his wrist. It was still bruised and mis-shapen. He wanted to ask the healer who had just arrived, the one with the big dog and the towering temper, to look at it so that he could leave but he didn't dare. He shifted uncomfortably on the bed, throughly glad that he had already taken off his shoes.
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