[He may be the one who's the embodiment of ice, but if someone finds the stronger method of icing over the other, Hermione winds in that category. His smile wavers, breath hitching up as he tries to decipher what she's saying, head already staring to shake slowly as he tries to build up a laugh to deny her explanation.]
That ... that can't be right. I went home. I remember it. And Hic — ! [His grip on his staff squeezes, a hand rising to ruffle through white hair.] The Shuck, he said it, he said Hic went home. He said he was fine. That's ... ridiculous. Floating? Come on, that doesn't even make any sense.
[Still in complete denial of her words, he tries to keep his smile though it's blatant in his struggle to hold it together that his confidence has already been shaken, reaching out for his compass as he swallows hard.] Our friends are gonna live through this. And we will go home.
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That ... that can't be right. I went home. I remember it. And Hic — ! [His grip on his staff squeezes, a hand rising to ruffle through white hair.] The Shuck, he said it, he said Hic went home. He said he was fine. That's ... ridiculous. Floating? Come on, that doesn't even make any sense.
[Still in complete denial of her words, he tries to keep his smile though it's blatant in his struggle to hold it together that his confidence has already been shaken, reaching out for his compass as he swallows hard.] Our friends are gonna live through this. And we will go home.
[He has to believe in that.]