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If anyone had told him that he would witness Gaston losing some sense of control, he would've laughed. Not that he knew the man well but this was a new face he was seeing from the Charms professor. However, the news caused the man to open his mouth in shock........
.......... only to close it again.
An underage wizard was present, Roderik.
He cleared his throat slightly before continuing, "The poltergeists have turned to waxing stairs and dragging people around? Endangering people's lives?!" He shook his head and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Unbelievable. I wonder if the Headmaster knows about this yet." Pause. "I'm sure you did enough, Gaston. Don't worry." Though, what was worrying was seeing the amount of wincing the man was currently doing.
And so, he turned towards Joy, whom he was waiting for an answer from. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice something out of the corner of his eyes. Constant vigilance, after all. But this situation was entirely different. Eyebrows furrowed, he took in the broken shape of a clay figure and, a moment or so later, his brain put two and two together. "Looks like the samurai recovered from the fall."
Was that an answer from the Healer? Yes, yes it was. Once again, he turned his attention towards Joy as she spoke to him. "Excellent. Whatever you see best, Healer," he said, pushing his glasses further up his nose, "I'll try to be in and out during that time. Or I'll try and get another student to escort him." Because walking up to the seventh floor with a professor might just be embarrassing. And anyways, he doubted whether Azura would say no to escorting the boy. "Thank you for your help."
A bit numb? "I'd assume that's to be expected." It took him back to his own childhood of combat but he doubted whether this was the right time to reminisce on the injuries and nosebleeds. "I'm sure it'll be perfectly fine soon enough. And you might've gotten worse from your training?" He had no idea about that so this was him ask-
.............. Uh.
What?
Hirsch blinked. Jace was kneeling? On his bed? When he was injured? Surely, he shouldn't. But before he could say anything, he found himself being taken aback by the apology and all of a sudden, a new sense of confusion was settling in. Sorry? For worrying him?! "Jace," he started, a little quieter than before, "You don't have to apologise for anything. As weird as it sounds, I want to be worried. You're one of my students, remember?" Meaning that he would be a pretty lame professor if he wasn't worried.
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