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While this wasn't his lesson and wasn't something he was taking over, the man couldn't help but feel proud at this very moment. Especially when Mr Thomas-Borzekowski started using his knowledge of spells to aid him. More mental notes were being made.
That is, unless River was actually watching from a distance, which, on second though, wouldn't surprise Hirsch at all.
Shivering slightly, the man tried to roll onto his back without letting his right arm get under his own weight and blinked up at the distorted and slightly-blurry figure of the Slytherin Prefect. "Thanks, Oliver. That'd be very useful." Cue a small smile from the Defence Professor as his clothes started drying off. Sure, it made him shiver slightly at first and it probably left his skin feeling slightly damp but it also felt better than laying there in wet clothes. "I'm not sure if it's broken or not but I think I landed on it when I fell and now...." He broke off to look at it and frowned. Sure, he faced worse injuries, but this was his good arm. The other one was only slightly helpful.
And then came the sound of a very familiar voice.
Hirsch took a deep breath and, using his stomach muscles, managed to do a single sit up to sit himself up in a seating position. This then let him look over at the Healer as he started talking and explaining the challenge that had been planned. Except, he had been here to help out a friend and colleague but he wasn't meant to fall in, was he?
So. River. You're getting a look for now.
Before he could do or say anything, there was a green towel being handed to him. Looking up, he smiled over at Skylar and said, "Thank you, Miss Diggory." Again, useful. His clothes were fine but considering the fact that his skin was in most need of drying off properly now, he reached up over the back of his neck and started to pull off his shirt with his left hand. It was slow business but, eventually, the shirt was off and cast aside. Now he could finish off the drying process while he was at-
Uh oh.
Reaching up, he straightened his glasses and used his towel to wipe the droplets of water away. There were streaks but, through them, he could vaguely make out the figure of one Abey Botros running off in the distance. And, to make it even worse, there was shouting. Shouting from - squint - Mr Ashburry-Hawthorne, at that. Uh.
Hirsch, wide-eyed, looked from the Hufflepuff to River and then back again. "No one... said it was a game, Derfael. I don't think Healer Reed meant to be offensive with this challenge or to hurt anyone's feelings," he piped up quietly. Sure, this might be a bit too soon for some but this stuff happened all the time. Being prepared was better than not being prepared. Still clutching onto his green towel, Hirsch looked over at River and gave him a small, sympathetic look.
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