[Floyd’s not concerned. He thinks. Mostly he’s thinking about how much of a racket it will be, how messy it will be, how annoying it will be if Riddle meets up with the wrong crowd. … Does that mean Floyd is the “right” crowd, then?
Of course the smartest thing to do would be to go to the nurse, right? Except Floyd doesn’t exactly feel like involving them in this either.
He keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground and this time reaches out to try and rest a cold palm over Riddle’s forehead.]
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Of course the smartest thing to do would be to go to the nurse, right? Except Floyd doesn’t exactly feel like involving them in this either.
He keeps his feet planted firmly on the ground and this time reaches out to try and rest a cold palm over Riddle’s forehead.]
Hmm…