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act one chapter eleven
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SHE STRETCHES HER fingers out to test how bad the injury is and immediately hisses through her teeth at the agony.
A small amount of blood is on her knuckles as well as splattered on her school shirt. It's not hers, though, and Lyra feels like gagging. Marcus's blood in on her. Should she get an injection of some kind to avoid diseases? Probably.
The eldest Lovegood sister clearly can't punch as well as she thought if she injured herself this stupidly along the way. Can you blame her? Her father wasn't the type to teach her how to punch when she was little, he taught her how to make tea with gooseberries and water.
It's not the same thing.
Theodore noticed her wince when she cast the wind spell as well as now as she looks at her hand. He moves closer to her and sticks out his hand. "Let me see." He demands.
"What? Are you a healer now?" She asks sarcastically.
Theodore rolls his eyes. "Shut up." His fingers grasp her injured hand.
"Ow!" She winces.
He tuts."It's a fracture."
Lyra's eyebrows furrow. "It's not broken?"
"No." He lets her hand go and looks at her, meeting her judgemental eyes. "I can heal it for you."
Lyra frowns, taking her hand back. She can't go to the Hospital Wing because she'd get questioned. Lyra hates lying to authority (she blames the people pleaser in her) so she'd tell the truth and get in trouble for not only punching another student twice, but using her magic on them. What will that lead her to? Detention? Suspension? A letter to her father? Merlin, she can see his disappointment.
She can't do it herself, she knows no healing spells as she's sure it's higher year magic....wait.
Lyra looks at him in confusion. "How do you know healing spells? That's fifth or six year stuff."
"I heal myself from quidditch all the time. It's better that digesting that green guck Madam Pomfrey makes you drink." Theodore shrugs, remembering how he had to drink it for months before learning the neccesary spells.
"As great for you as that is, I can do it myself." She lies. She does not want to admit that he knows something she doesn't. No way, her ego will deflate and his will tower hers.
