This was much simpler then just waiting it out. Whenever Fredrick got cuts or bruises, he just suffered through it. No big deal. He'd helped a Muggle friend to a hospital once or twice. It felt so weird to feel the back of his head just healing quickly--he hadn't felt that sensation in quite a while.
"Yeah." He cleared his throat and ran his hand through the back of his hair experimentally. "I'm not going to wake up tomorrow and find my skin's turned purple or anything, right?" he continued to tease her.
"And what about that banana split, eh? I'll even settle for a chocolate-strawberry sundae at this point, Activist Aggie." A very sick part of him hoped that name annoyed her just so he could see if she ever did wrinkle her nose like his mind kept on imagining.
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