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From:

bitty_justice

[Miles gives a little cry of outrage and surprise when the other boy just grabs him. It's just - weird, first off; Miles has never been in a fight, not in his life, and has never even gotten near a fight, really, and to suddenly have this other boy grabbing at him is just weird. And he doesn't get why, just because Miles said (rightly and dutifully) that he'd report misbehavior.

And he slips off, and falls hard onto one foot and scrapes his shin hard on the bench as he goes. It's no major injury - doesn't hurt so much - but it's enough that he turns to Rosier with his eyes blazing, demanding furiously - ]

What is wrong with you? Are you mental?

[Because Miles tends to be shy by nature, and a bit quiet, but he's got a temper like anyone else. And he wrenches his arm out of the boy's grip.]

Now I will be reporting you.

[And he turns towards Sirius with an expression of can you believe this - annoyed and angry, not the least bit hurt or scared.]

From:

parumcanis

[Rosier stumbles back, unnerved--by Sirius' defensiveness, by Miles' temper--he's not used to muggles any more than Sirius is, or muggle-born kids, but they're meant to be meeker and more cowardly, aren't they?

Sirius, meanwhile, grins hugely, with a fierce pride in Edgeworth's tenacity and stubbornness. He moves forward to help him to his feet.]

He's a twat.

[He hesitates just a beat before he says the word; it still feels wrong to say. Firmly, he repeats it:] A twat. Sit down and shut your mouth, Rosier, or a doxy'll fly into it.

[And Sirius scrambles back up to tug at Miles' trunk again, adding--]

You could punch him, if you wanted.

From:

bitty_justice

I don't want to.

[Miles is still wearing a ferocious scowl.]

If I'm to punch someone, they ought to really deserve it. And he's not even deserving of another three seconds of my time.

[And Rosier goes pale, and there's a look of mad fury in his eye - but he sits down, and says nothing else. And Miles looks over, catches Sirius' eye, and sees that grin, and his own expression eases into a grin as well; he gives his friend a nod, and climbs up once more (a little tentatively, his ankle does hurt) to tug the trunk free, easing it down.]

From:

parumcanis

[That's a strange bit of logic, one that Sirius isn't familiar with--but he sort of likes the superiority of it, the way that it's a choice to ignore Rosier and leave him sulking. He doesn't even throw the other boy so much as a glance, he just tugs and tugs at the straps of the trunk--

And then it comes down, and lands crookedly on the floor, with a heavy thud. Sirius leaps down and takes up the handle again.]

Let's go. This compartment smells weird.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles says:]

Agreed.

[And picks up his handle of the trunk, and stalks off after Sirius. Once they're out, though, with the door slid shut and latched firmly behind them, Miles grimaces and says:]

Here, slow down a bit. I did twist my ankle.

From:

parumcanis

What, really?

[Immediately Sirius lets his end of the trunk down, dropping it on the floor. The little corridor is rather narrow, but he scrambles by the trunk anyways, coming around to Edgeworth's end.]

Which ankle?

From:

bitty_justice

The right.

[He wrinkles his nose, holding up his foot and flexing it experimentally.]

Doesn't really matter. I'll walk it off in a few minutes.

From:

parumcanis

[He crouches down to stare intently at Miles' ankle. His magic is too unpredictable to risk trying to heal it, but he wants very badly to help.]

Are you sure?

From:

bitty_justice

Yeah -

[But Miles is looking down at Sirius, crouching and staring at his foot like it's something fascinating, and he can't help but laugh. He knows Sirius is concerned and being nice, but he just looks silly - ]

What, it's not like it's broken and the bone's sticking out or anything! It's not gonna look interesting.

From:

parumcanis

[He looks up, somewhere between guilt and embarrassment.]

Well-- no, I know that!

[Hotly, he shoves himself to his feet and clambers over the top of the trunk to get back to his end.]

I thought maybe-- come on, let's go, stop wasting time!

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles wrinkles his nose, still smiling but giving an embarrassed little roll of his shoulders. He feels bad at once for having made Sirius uncomfortable, and so his voice has returned a little bit to its prior shyness when he prompts:]

Thought what?

From:

parumcanis

Nothing.

[Pride makes him hold his shoulders high, keeps him turned away from Edgeworth--but, after a moment, he relents enough to admit:]

There's healing spells. My mother does them for us if we're stupid enough to be hurt.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles brightens at once, says:]

Hold on, you ought to try!

[But then, deflating a bit - ]

Or...it's risky?

From:

parumcanis

Well, it's not risky--

[Not exactly. Or it is, but he's fairly certain he can do it. He glances back at Miles, considering.]

I can give it a go, if you want.

From:

bitty_justice

[And in Miles there are two warring forces: that of common sense and obeying Dad fighting that of curiosity and wanting to make up for embarrassing Sirius. He hesitates, mouth open, and then says uncertainly:]

Yeah. Let's try.

From:

parumcanis

Yeah?

[That makes him brighten considerably, and he glances back at Miles with a little grin.]

Well, let's get to the compartment first, c'mon--

[Not that that's very far off. Sirius lugs his end of the trunk inside, but doesn't bother to get it into the rack--just drops it and hops over to the bench.]

C'mere!

From:

bitty_justice

Okay -

[And Miles follows inside, giving a little skip whenever he's about to step on his bad foot; he settles down on his own bench a moment later and puts up his foot. And, with a grin:]

If my foot turns into a, um...teacup or something like that, I'll never let you live it down.

From:

parumcanis

It won't be a teacup, don't be a git.

[He grins at him, taking any sting from his words. And it won't be a teacup. It might inflate to three times its size, or drop off, or turn black and rotted. These are all things that Sirius keeps to himself.]

All right. Here.

[And he gets out his wand, and taps Miles' ankle, without a second more of hesitation. He's seen his mother do this often enough, he ought to be able to do the same--but his confidence in himself is more than a little uncertain.]

From:

bitty_justice

[Nothing happens. Miles, though, being game, and being generous, immediately wriggles his ankle and says:]

I think that's better, yeah.

From:

parumcanis

No, no--

[Critical, Sirius squints at his ankle, and then raises his wand, again, with a greater flourish--taps his ankle again, harder this time, with more conviction--]

From:

bitty_justice

[Still nothing. Miles hesitates, then suggests - ]

I could get one of my books...I think I remember reading something about a spell.

From:

parumcanis

I'll remember it!

[He says it a little defensively, his pride too great a thing to just allow him to accept help--but a second later and he adds, as he scowls down at that ankle--]

You can get out your book anyways, just so I can check.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles immediately grins, enthusiastic, and stands up on one foot to fish out of his trunk his textbook.]

This is an absolutely brilliant book, you know. Have you looked through it yet?