CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES.
“let me take care of you, for once.” for fred <3 @laurelserpent
It was just a bludger. Fred had been hit by so many of them since he joined the Gryffindor Quidditch team that this one didn’t seem to matter. Except for the fact that his nose was now broken and he was spewing blood everywhere. It made Fred feel a little dizzy, and if the game still hadn’t been going it would have been his brother George dragging him off to the hospital wing. Instead Fred had started making his way there himself, and was about halfway when Daphne had finally caught up to him. He hadn’t imagined she would have wanted to look after him especially with the Slytherin versus Gryffindor game still going on at the Quidditch pitch. He was, as always, happy to see her face and grateful for her presence.
“Alright, alright,” Fred agrees, finally offering his arm to her, and letting Daphne lead him further down the hallway. This was better for him. He was stumbling a little by the time she found him, and for all he knew he could have been halfway to the Gryffindor tower instead of the hospital wing. He definitely wasn’t complaining that she had been the one to find him. He didn’t mind appearing a little less like himself in front of her.
“You worry too much,” He notes, nudging her shoulder with his own for a moment as they continue down the hall, “I’ve had much worse than this. . .a broken nose is nothing honestly.”
