@imwilliamwood
After walking away from Bellatrix, Quirinus found himself walking down to the dungeons to work on a potion to help with his nose. Navigating the corridors with ease, he found an empty potion class room and set up a cauldron to make a Wiggenweld Potion. His mind turned towards the red stains on his once stainless shirt and he sighed heavily as he pulled off his black and blue jumper throwing it onto a nearby stool.
Quirrell stood there in his half white half dark red school shirt making his potion letting the fire restore some sort of feeling to his finger tips. He sat on a stool and rested his hand on his fit as he watched the potion softly simmer and begin to take form. He had to get better at all of this. He had to try and make friends, he had to try and stand up for himself and he had to stop being such a coward.
The boy’s thoughts were interrupted by someone in the doorway. He squinted and then his face turned pale. “O-Oh… Um… Hello…” He said softly to the other boy. “I-I had a bit of an accident…” He simpered timidly pointing at the blood on his shirt.