Not really caring about Blaise Zabini, I rolled up her sleeve gently, pausing to give her a chance to stop me. At the slight nod of her head, I continued to push it up towards her elbow. The hand shaped bruise on her arm made me gasp slightly. I held myself as I inspected it. If I didn’t know it would annoy her, I would want to heal it. Slowly rubbing the bruise gently, I spoke up, "you said he got it worse?"