[ He’s still catching his breath, more than just adrenaline buzzing in his skin, but he’s able to relax some of his tension when Hermione stays put. A strangely satisfied smile flits across his face; near delirious that it worked correctly for the second time in his life. The smile fades when his gaze is stuck on the spot the knife struck. That guy knew what he was doing to have such good aim. Didn’t even hesitate, the Commission would have… ]
It’s fine. [ He shakes his head and pulls himself up from the puddle he landed in, only just becoming aware of it. He attempts to find his words as he brushes water from his sleeves. ] I undid it. You’re fine.
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It’s fine. [ He shakes his head and pulls himself up from the puddle he landed in, only just becoming aware of it. He attempts to find his words as he brushes water from his sleeves. ] I undid it. You’re fine.