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XanaSnape 
His long fingers, gnarled and weathered as the limbs of an ancient tree, reached into his pocket shakily and withdrew a narrow yet oddly shaped package wrapped neatly in blue silk and tied with a bronze bow. He held it out to her, looking down at it.
"You must... be more careful. With-- with your things." the ghost of a smile played at his lips and he shrugged one hunched shoulder as he met her eyes, those eyes so like Penelope's. His chest tightened as though a phantom hand was squeezing his heart.
Kazimeriz swallowed the lump in his throat-- what fresh hell is this, I am on the verge of leaking at the eyes constantly ever since the battle. It is not appropriate; it will not do. He cleared his throat and continued, his voice wavering only a little.
"I trust you will be more careful in the future. Miss Toussaint." He offered her a little, crooked half-smile as he handed her the package.
Celandine watched Kazimeriz' fingers as he offered her a package and wrapped in Ravenclaw colours too? She wondered at the significance of that for only a fleeting moment, the softness of the silk wrap was a sharp contrast to his knotted and twisted knuckles. His hands would almost be scary if Cela hadn't known without a doubt that they could be more gentle than almost any other pair of hands she'd met, even though she knew some of what they were capable of.
She looked up at him, still anxious as he spoke.
"With my things." She agreed, offering a half shrug in return, one that echoed him almost perfectly. Her look claimed him. He was her favourite, the one that meant the most, the one that had done the most for her.
She took the package, her own young and softly shaped fingers stroking the bow
"Yes professor, I will. For you. Thank you." She struggled to find a smile but there was one still hiding away in the corner of herself. She used it for him. "Thank you for everything, sir."
She looked at the package again and back up at the professor. Open it now?