Originally Posted by P-p-p-pokerface

While still rubbing his back, James stood there, a little dumbstruck, by the girls nonchalant and slightly oblivious attitude. As she took the rock from him, he slightly shook his head and cleared his throat, his back searing with pain.
"I slipped on your rock," he said, wincing slightly. "It kinda...hurt." He rubbed it some more and sat down in a nearby chair.
"What exactly are you doing?" he looked at her. She was such a peculiar sight, standing on one foot and touching her nose. James didn't remember being that eccentric when he was a first year, but at the same time kinda wished he was that free with himself. He chuckled slightly, but winced again a a jolt of pain ran up his back. He wasn't in the best shape in the world, but he was moderately fit, and he didn't understand why tripping on a rock would hurt so badly.