👩⚕️ (Narcissa)
“ not as bad as it looks. ” he’s still that young boy; still shrugging off a broken wrist, a chipped tooth, a bloody eye. his back was a map of black &. blue, yellowed by now. a chuckle, to hide how much he wants to wince. a prideful, gryffindor-esque stance to mask how bad he wants to crumple at her feet. he really was in a terrible state; his right eye already swelling, a hand covering an obviously bleeding wound on his left shoulder. the charismatic wizard couldn’t be sure, but there might be a few bruised ribs as well. there’s a visible limp as he goes to surpass the blonde, yet he’s stopped. of course he was. all she had to do was give him a knowing look &. within minutes they were sitting in gryffindor’s common room, a kit between them, her hands working over his shoulder. his eyes watch them move. “ didn’t know you could be so maternal, cis. ” he hadn’t used that name since they were children. @ivoryborn
