I'm not hurt, just stupid. [ - is gritted out in a remarkably un-Severus-like way, more embarrassed that Nuala's rushed over to him than he is over tripping in the first place. He sits up under his own power though he isn't so rude as to brush the princess away (mindless of her bare hands on his). ]
Sorry.
[ It sounds even more flat and deeply uncool out loud than it did in his head, where it already sounded pretty lame. (Oh god his subconscious is being taken over by the 80s slang of his students, kill it with fire.)
Of course it was a glamour, he can see the seam of it in his mind's eye now in retrospect. Had he not startled he'd have seen it in realtime. Good going, professor of magic. He reminds himself of every iron moment stood before Greyback, unflinching and cold.
It doesn't really help. He's still sitting on the grass next to a fairy princess who's worried he might have sprained his damn ankle. ]
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Sorry.
[ It sounds even more flat and deeply uncool out loud than it did in his head, where it already sounded pretty lame. (Oh god his subconscious is being taken over by the 80s slang of his students, kill it with fire.)
Of course it was a glamour, he can see the seam of it in his mind's eye now in retrospect. Had he not startled he'd have seen it in realtime. Good going, professor of magic. He reminds himself of every iron moment stood before Greyback, unflinching and cold.
It doesn't really help. He's still sitting on the grass next to a fairy princess who's worried he might have sprained his damn ankle. ]