ιт ωαѕ αη αccι∂єηт.
▒▌ Ｄ Ｍ ♕ 】 ❝ --- Ah, fuck. ❞
There is a hiss of breath from the snake as he looks at pureblood pooling on pale finger tips. { it was too windy -- that move was STUPID. } He repeated curses under his breath, holding the back of his head. His borderline white hair colour was making s c a r l e t drops stand out. His other hand goes to stretch out & grab his Nimbus 2001 , whose bristles are bent from the accident.
Time to see Madam Pomphrey ( who'll probably give him the wrong dose of medicine ) or he can toughen it up and wait for magic to heal him. ------ is he even thinking straight? ----