The gentle tug from his abdomen and the smell of fresh strawberries permeated the stale air of the unused dungeon. He groaned in frustration at his body's new response to Hermione Granger, since when had he started noticing her smell or the way the firelight danced off her skin. He noticed Theo’s eyes had also turned in her direction, watching every movement she made as she walked across the room. He leapt to his feet and offered his arm to assist her to the couch when he saw her wincing and clutching her left wrist. "Did he heal it wrong?" Theo asked quietly, gesturing to her wrist.