[Mostly ignores Sting's question, aside from throwing him a look and gesturing exasperatedly at Roxas. But then his focus returns to the other boy, who's...turning into bloody smoke or something.]
You must be mad, I'm not going to go.
[He hops off the broom, brow furrowed as he quickly kneels beside Roxas. A quick swish of his wand and a muttered healing spell seals up the wound, but he can tell the bigger problem is the amount of blood Roxas has already lost. It's pooled beneath him on the deck, and Draco curses.]
I haven't got any Blood-Replenishing Potions prepared!
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You must be mad, I'm not going to go.
[He hops off the broom, brow furrowed as he quickly kneels beside Roxas. A quick swish of his wand and a muttered healing spell seals up the wound, but he can tell the bigger problem is the amount of blood Roxas has already lost. It's pooled beneath him on the deck, and Draco curses.]
I haven't got any Blood-Replenishing Potions prepared!
[SOMETHING HE SHOULD WORK ON APPARENTLY.]