He withdrew from her a little, moving his hand under the pretense of bringing it to his forehead. It had only been momentary, a slight tilting of the room that was now right again. He was fine, he told himself - but she was probably right about the alcohol. If he wasn't going to allow her to play doctor with his pulse, he could certainly make a small concession and let her have the glass back.
Drinking would only exacerbate what this conversation was doing to him.
He shook his head slowly, clearing it and at the same time rejecting her offer. "I'm fine." He wasn't. He knew he wasn't; his injuries hadn't even remotely healed, and who knew what long-term effects would come from Nagini's venom? Arthur Weasley had been less seriously injured by her, and he had been laid up for weeks.
"You have accomplished quite a feat," he commented after a beat had passed. As he continued, he handed over his glass, surrendering his right to drink for the remainder of the evening. "For once, I have absolutely no idea what to say."
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Drinking would only exacerbate what this conversation was doing to him.
He shook his head slowly, clearing it and at the same time rejecting her offer. "I'm fine." He wasn't. He knew he wasn't; his injuries hadn't even remotely healed, and who knew what long-term effects would come from Nagini's venom? Arthur Weasley had been less seriously injured by her, and he had been laid up for weeks.
"You have accomplished quite a feat," he commented after a beat had passed. As he continued, he handed over his glass, surrendering his right to drink for the remainder of the evening. "For once, I have absolutely no idea what to say."