Taking the bottle offered, he takes a deep breath, then drinks it all down. Wrinkling his nose he really didn't care for potions, even those he knew would help him. Didn't matter how good or bad they tasted really.

His eyes widening as she asked what had happened, he stammers "I...uh, I mean to say." Looking up gratefully at Miles as he spoke, he groans inwardly when he said there'd been a fight. "That right...Jacob tackled me in the common room, when he did so I well...hit him. His retaliation was to kick me continuously, and one of the kicks hit me right in the knee."

He already felt bad about retaliating back to Jacob. He wasn't a fighter, never had been...but with quidditch and the problems with Ellie, he was totally on edge. Not to mention the fact, he'd not seen Vindictus which would happen the next morning.