Wait, I know what to do! [He leans forward, pressing his hand close to himself as if to cradle the wound. A hiss in and he laughs, stands up and reaches for the statue. Picking it up, he half-heartedly jogs around the room (yes, it still hurts) before setting the statue on the bed, throwing the sheets over it. Pulling himself up after it, he mock-punches the statue.]
Take that! And-- that! [Finally stopping, he lets out a breath, looks over to Harry with a twisted smile. He settles himself, lays back on the bed while minding the statue.] Do you think it worked?
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Take that! And-- that! [Finally stopping, he lets out a breath, looks over to Harry with a twisted smile. He settles himself, lays back on the bed while minding the statue.] Do you think it worked?