i’ve had worse injuries, he will be okay .

lynn is going to the hospital wing in a box labelled fragile

someone get him off the pitch. he’s laying there like a flat pack

doesn’t mean i can’t have sympathy watching another do the same

they just fly at you and if you’re not looking? you’re an easy target. you can’t always move out of the way of a bludger. tsk. poor kid. he ate grass.

oh, that looked painful-

you weren’t there. it’s more complicated than that. i will figure this out. until then, he is with his father.

it’s my word against theirs! i don’t have a leg to stand on here. they are his parents, and his father has more power than me. i am simply a stand in for albus. i’m 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 close to being told to stand down.

kahlan, i need you to understand-

nolan’s father came for him

oh, i can’t tell you. you’ll do something reckless

i’ve just had the worst fucking interaction and meeting of my life

“what did you expect? butterbeer?”

“please just drink it, you’ll feel better.”

“okay, don’t drink it. stay sick.” he walks away. “i don’t have the energy.”

you. drink.

“i will force you. drink it.”

“drink.”

passes a vial. “drink.”

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐢’𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 ’𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀

he’s just watching the scene.

he’s got this. running over.

“professor ellis is going to find her. i can’t tell you here.” but he’s glancing to the window and back to her. giving her a look.

YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS GO NOW.

oh bloody hell— ALL STUDENTS TO YOUR DORMITORIES IMMEDIATELY.

. . . it’s what

don’t call me that or you will wear this sick on you

i was severely unwell

any second later and harlow would have nolan vomit on him. luckily, aurelius is quick with making sure it goes in this vase he found, huh? you’re welcome.

RUNNING over . don’t be sick, don’t be sick-.

“i know that grin.”

“don’t get too ahead of yourself.” still. . he’s smiling.

a exhale. a loud one. “we’re changing lessons.” they need to know how to survive this.

allow him to pace. to think. walking up.. and down. a habit he’s got from albus himself. “silence for a moment.”

“i don’t know how to teach kids to survive a war, harlow.”

“i have barely been here and i have students causing havoc. i am distracted. i’m not the one for this. there is a war coming and it’s coming fast. quicker than we know— and we are not ready.”

“i’m not forgetting it, they’re aware. but there are still rules. rules that i broke.”

“i allowed a student to get out of school, find herself and another in danger, i allowed her to be hurt and i allowed her to use the magic she did! there is a word for that. unethical! i step down!” ah, here’s the crashout.

“i just told you.”

“i step down.” said so final. ha, yeah right. like that’s happening, right?

not helpful.

from what i gather, i don’t think they deem me fit.

okay. thankyou for that.

he’s back. and ofcourse it’s not calm. why would it be ?

“ask me after.”

“well, after what happened, they want an explanation. magic was used outside of school. i have to tell them why.”

“i think you’ll find it’s all neat now. i have to go to the ministry.”

“i wasn’t crashing out.” grabs his wand and walks. “stay here.”

“no.” puts his coat on. “it was rather irritating.”

there’s a difference between being hurt because of real heartbreak and being upset because you decide to be a brat. let that be known