"Accurately put," she murmurs under her breath, not that she know what a tomb gone right looks like, mind you. It's just a creepy enough description that it works, and anyway - they're busy walking here. To Antiva.
Honestly, she remains impressed about the magic behind these ancient elven artefacts, capable of whisking people away from one corner of the continent to the other in a single step.
She shifts her focus between Cedric's face and his fist, and back to his face. Then she frowns. "Why haven't you taken a healing potion for it? Do they not mend broken bones? I suppose not all potions mend broken bones, even..." Even back home. After Lockhart messed up Harry's arm, Madam Pomfrey had been forced to regrow that bone from scratch. It had taken whole nights for it to happen!
(Some of the casual approaches to healing that wizards have manage to disquiet her still.)
"Oh," back to topic, and this time she shrugs. "I honestly can't remember. I probably something unreasonable like breathe while being a woman aboard his ship."
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Honestly, she remains impressed about the magic behind these ancient elven artefacts, capable of whisking people away from one corner of the continent to the other in a single step.
She shifts her focus between Cedric's face and his fist, and back to his face. Then she frowns. "Why haven't you taken a healing potion for it? Do they not mend broken bones? I suppose not all potions mend broken bones, even..." Even back home. After Lockhart messed up Harry's arm, Madam Pomfrey had been forced to regrow that bone from scratch. It had taken whole nights for it to happen!
(Some of the casual approaches to healing that wizards have manage to disquiet her still.)
"Oh," back to topic, and this time she shrugs. "I honestly can't remember. I probably something unreasonable like breathe while being a woman aboard his ship."