 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Truthfully, Professor Khanna did require some water. Paul, knowing Idris so well, was correct to assume that the Gryffindor would offer him some water. They accepted the bottled liquid with a word of thanks then ushered the boy back into the queue. Perhaps they needed to get themself checked by the Healer. Dhruv noted that Idris kept standing rather close to Paul. This told them that Idris was channelling some encouragement and positive vibes to the other boy. The Hufflepuff may not believe in himself but Dhruv? They had seen over the years how capable he was and had no doubt he would master his fear.
It was rather pleasant watching the students be supportive of one another. The various gestures, whether it be shared looks or small hand gestures, truly warmed Dhruv’s heart. They could tell that Viano wished he could be more supportive for Feliks but alas. That could not be the case today. All this time, the DADA professor had been standing causally still with their arms folded across their broad chest in observance. They noted the way Feliks was frozen. Their concern began to rear its head. It was not the first time they had witnessed such a reaction from a student. Dhruv’s crossed arms loosened, their eyes keenly focused on Feliks, ready to intervene if necessary.
“Mr. Rustokov,’’ they called warningly. Would it be enough to snap Feliks back to reality? It was all Dhruv’s words intended to do. |