#letalle

squishes ;

Patching up a wound:

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        [ It is not as though Jackson meant to knock this girl down a flight of stairs. Not even a full flight! They were like, almost halfway to the bottom. Jackson had been late for Potions class, and though Snape did display a certain tolerance (though that might have been too joyous a term to correspond with that dismal professor) towards Jackson, he still had to work to stay on Snape’s good side. Whatever, he was not getting to class on time now. He bent down to be on her level. ]

                Hey, sorry. Are you hurt…? 

        [ She was probably bruised, but Jackson could not see any dire injuries present. The stone steps did scrap the side of the girl’s ankle, however, and the wound was leaking a fair amount of blood. There was no way he would be the idiot to lose Slytherin points over a trivial accident. Jackson took the girl’s scarf from around her neck and wrapped it around her ankle; Jackson was not getting blood all over his own, gross. A simple cleansing spell would do the trick to clean off the material, it was no big deal. He noticed the blue and bronze weaving. ]

                Ravenclaw, huh? — Hey, you’re on the Quidditch team, right? I, uh, I hope there’s no hard feelings, because you know this doesn’t change anything. I’m still gonna destroy you in our game next week. Need someone to limp you to the Hospital Wing, or can you brave this one out?

        [ Jackson smiled coquettishly as he finished knotting the makeshift bandage. ]