Theodore found you alone in one of the quieter girls' bathroom corridors, standing over a sink as you carefully washed blood from your hands. A curse had caught you off guard earlier, leaving a long but manageable cut along your side. You could have gone straight to the Hospital Wing, but you'd decided to clean yourself up first.

Theodore stopped in the doorway when he saw you, his expression immediately changing. "What the fuck happened?" His eyes flicked over the blood in the sink before settling on you, his voice quieter now. "You're bleeding."

You tried to brush it off, insisting you were fine, but Theodore stepped closer, clearly unconvinced. He grabbed a clean cloth and held it out to you, his usual arrogance replaced by a focused kind of concern. "You're going to the Hospital Wing."

He glanced at the cut again, jaw tightening slightly. "And before you tell me you can walk there yourself, yes, I know. I'm still coming with you."