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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf He had already turned at the sound of Miss Draguar's voice, attention sharpening in a way that suggested he had been listening for more than just students. His gaze moved first to her face, then fixating on the hand pressed beneath her nose. He did not react as though the forest had suddenly become dangerous, but there was a certain level of concern stitched into his furrowed brow.
"Well then," he said, angling them subtly so her back remained toward the glen rather than the deeper treeline. A small, wordless charm paired with a rotation from his wrist coaxed a clean handkerchief from his sleeve. "Hold this in place instead."
His eyes flicked briefly to the scuffed root nearby, then past it, past the knotgrass she had wisely left untouched for now, toward the edge of the boundary where the light thinned and the air felt… attentive. The situation would not summon the forest's dwellers like a dinner bell, but nosebleeds, especially after a stumble, could mean she clipped something harder than realised. "I'd rather be cautious than clever, Mis Dragaur. Stay seated her for a bit. Want to make sure you are steady before we do anything else, but I will be escorting you to see Professor Feirgrund to take a look at that - just in case."
He glanced again toward the perimeter, the faintest curve of a smile touching one corner of his mouth. He had suspected they would make themselves known eventually. Also that their doing so was a polite reminder that their window to be out here was closing.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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