[....it's a little disappointing, but...Oswald just tucks his book back behind himself, tugging on Edward's hand a bit to get him closer, and slings an arm around his shoulders, pulling him into something that's not quite a hug, but pretty close] Okay. Nothing happened.
Well-- [Edward breathes carefully a second, trying to make sure he's steady enough.] Well, maybe if everyone else paid as much attention in class, they would be, too.
[....it looks bad. Edward doesn't look fine. But Oswald isn't going to push. What's he supposed to say, exactly? Or do? He doesn't know, so he'll just...be there. They're partners in potions anyway, so he'll get to be near him at least.
So he'll make sure to keep up with him, though, babbling at him about the upcoming Quidditch match this weekend on their way to the dungeon.]
[When the boys enter the dungeon, there's a small hush that falls over the class. Professor Mooney turns, briefly, from the board where she's writing some sort of list. Her eyes flick over the two of them, sharp, assessing]
Good of you to join us, boys. Take a seat.
[her tone brakes no argument, and then she's right back into the lesson.]
[Edward just nods, vaguely, taking a seat. He doesn't say anything, doesn't... really do much of anything. Just gets his book out and tries to follow along.
Tries being the key word here, because he attempts to keep up with the lesson but the material's not really registering the way it usually does.]
[that's...a big concern. Edward is usually so involved and interested in his studies. The fact that he isn't and is so clearly rattled is a big red flag. And this isn't Fish's first rodeo. So once the class gets started on their brewing, she'll head over to their table]
Good. You go get those, and Mr. Nashton will take care of the preparing the cauldron and organizing the order of the recipe. [she bends down, just a little, so she can look him in the eye. Perhaps get him to focus, if nothing else]
[Edward just nods, at first, before remembering he should actually say something, probably.]
Yes, professor.
[He has to force it out a little. But he does as he's told. Keeping up with the task is going to be less smooth than usual, but it's better than before, at least.]
Atta boy. [She'll withdraw to let them work now, keeping an eye on the two of them...though she does join Oswald to help him pick out the ingredients. Because though he's certainly not in the state Edward is, he's clearly too distracted being worried about him to get all the right items.
the rest of potions will progress as much of a normal day as possible. She'll swing by their table now and then, offering corrections and occasional praise, as she always does. She'll ask Oswald questions, and then throw one or two at Edward. Just to bring him a little more out of whatever headspace he's in.]
[Edward does start to engage with the class a little more, as it goes on. Or at the very least, he's making an effort. But even at the end of it, he's still not really himself.
When class finally comes to an end, Edward actually... doesn't seem to have noticed it's over yet.]
[Oswald is slowly packing up his books, looking almost desperately between Fish and Edward, wordlessly asking for her help. He's clearly super worried and completely without a clue as to what to do.]
[it's cool, bb, she's got this. She'll wait until most of the class has filed out before approaching. Because Edward is clearly disassociating. Quite badly. She'll pull out a chair from one of the desks next to theirs, settling herself down into it, crossing one leg over the other]
Edward. [her voice is calm, measured, watching as the last of the kids (save for Oswald) file out] I'd like you to look at me, please.
[Fish listens, waiting until he's finished] Good. Now the ingredients for a Draught of Peace.
[she glances at Oswald, who is still just...hovering.] Oswald, while Edward's doing that, please retrieve the blanket from the green cabinet in my office.
[Edward doesn't really get the point of this, but he's also not exactly in a place where he can actively question it either. So he just keeps doing what she asks. Listing ingredient after ingredient.]
Excellent. [her eyes flick briefly to Oswald as he moves to do her bidding, but after that, her attention is purely on Edward] What is the process for brewing a Confusing Concoction?
[She rises to her feet, briefly, listening still as Oswald returns with the blanket. And she will unfold it, before placing it around Edward's shoulders. It's a weighted blanket. It should help ground him, at least]
It's a weighted blanket. [She answers calmly, watching him for signs of distress, or any change in his mood] What do you do after you add the crushed beetle legs?
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[He repeats it for his own sake, too. And he appreciates Oswald's closeness, right now. Even if he still can't look up at him.]
Let's just... Let's get to class?
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[And he starts to walk. He's fine.
He's...
He's fine.]
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So he'll make sure to keep up with him, though, babbling at him about the upcoming Quidditch match this weekend on their way to the dungeon.]
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Good of you to join us, boys. Take a seat.
[her tone brakes no argument, and then she's right back into the lesson.]
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Tries being the key word here, because he attempts to keep up with the lesson but the material's not really registering the way it usually does.]
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Any questions? Mr. Cobblepot? Mr. Nashton?
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No, professor.
[Nothing.]
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....wonderful. Mr. Cobblepot, do you know what ingredients you need to get?
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Won't you, Mr. Nashton?
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Yes, professor.
[He has to force it out a little. But he does as he's told. Keeping up with the task is going to be less smooth than usual, but it's better than before, at least.]
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the rest of potions will progress as much of a normal day as possible. She'll swing by their table now and then, offering corrections and occasional praise, as she always does. She'll ask Oswald questions, and then throw one or two at Edward. Just to bring him a little more out of whatever headspace he's in.]
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When class finally comes to an end, Edward actually... doesn't seem to have noticed it's over yet.]
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Edward. [her voice is calm, measured, watching as the last of the kids (save for Oswald) file out] I'd like you to look at me, please.
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[He frowns, a little confused, but he tries to think.]
Um... bicorn horn... mandrake root...
[And he continues listing the ingredients.]
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[she glances at Oswald, who is still just...hovering.] Oswald, while Edward's doing that, please retrieve the blanket from the green cabinet in my office.
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[She rises to her feet, briefly, listening still as Oswald returns with the blanket. And she will unfold it, before placing it around Edward's shoulders. It's a weighted blanket. It should help ground him, at least]
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What's...?
[And he looks up... a little more properly, this time.]
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