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Skylar felt soooo badly at the way things turned out for the Charms Professor. He just seemed so down lately and then .... all these accidents happen under his presence and she just had this feeling like he was going to feel like a horrible teacher, which he wasn't. And she was going to have to go visit him and cheer him and remind him of this, because between finding his lonely self on the grounds a few months ago and now, well, it seemed comfort visits were in order. He was great and he just didn't realize it, or someone or something was getting to him.
Once he was done with Olivia, he turned on her to use a stronger hot air charm to thaw her dress. See, good wizard. "Thank you," Skylar murmured appreciatively, and then paused at his question. Honestly, she didn't know if she was burned underneath the dress, but she wasn't about to undress herself to find out. Not now, not in the hospital wing. Not before she at least made sure was decent with a tank top underneath it or something, covering herself. Which meant, saying the only logical thing that she knew would allow her to go to her dorm to investigate and change first. "Just my dress, it feels like." Skylar nodded, although the skin underneath did feel slightly irritated, it was nothing she wouldn't be able to handle herself. It was probably just from hot then freezing cold, then warm again. Right?
Glancing over at Olivia, when she said she'd stay with her, Skylar had to think that she was probably feeling all kinds of guilt. "It's okay... it was an accident, right?" Like she didn't purposefully splash butter. Splash guards would have been useful. "I think we're all good now, right, Olivia?" She smiled and then turned over towards Professor Marchand. "It was a lovely lesson, really. I'm sorry it ended the way it did, but perhaps next time we cook with magic, there's this special mundane device called a splash guard useful for protecting against hot oil splashes." You know, just a tip, nothing to be rude over. And she didn't even know why she was apologizing, because technically she did nothing wrong, but it just seemed like he could use some reassurance. Biting her lower lip, she then added quickly, "I'd offer a hug, but evidently that's inappropriate, so just know the thought is out there. So perhaps I can offer my assistance to help you clean up instead?" Investigating under her dress wasn't that important that it couldn't wait five minutes and this way he could attend to more pressing issues instead.
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