“Look at me–you’re safe.”
In reality, he wasn’t even sure what had caused the... well... he supposed attack was the right word, probably. He only knew that he’d been at the Ministry to do something and suddenly he couldn’t function. Sweat dripped down his clammy back and chills were pin-pricking up and down his arms and legs. He placed a hand on the wall to steady himself and tried to fight the urge to drop to the floor.
Some war hero he was. He couldn’t even stop from going to pieces during a random day.
A steadying hand came out and grapsed him on the shoulder, and when he looked up, he was surprised as hell to see that it belonged to Lavender Brown.
“Oh. Uh. Hello. Right. Yes. I suppose I am,” he knew, from experience, that the anxiety would fade in a few moments now that someone had taken the time to ground him. “Thanks, Lavender. I.. .I appreciate it.”