Nymphadora hisses and grips her wand hard to keep the tip from shaking as she slides to the floor again, whispering more healing spells. The marks on his side clear right up, though there may be contusions deeper in; his knee turns from black and green to black and blue, which seems to be an improvement.
Anger fists in her gut as her husband slowly pulls the clothes on as if by rote, but her voice is quiet when she speaks. "It looks like somebody kicked you."
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Date: 2006-11-19 04:58 pm (UTC)Anger fists in her gut as her husband slowly pulls the clothes on as if by rote, but her voice is quiet when she speaks. "It looks like somebody kicked you."