Kingsley subtly rolled his eyes when Harry offered him a bloody smile as he stepped passed McGonagall. He pointed his wand at Harry’s face, and said, " Episkey!" Harry winced against the sensation of multiple parts of his face becoming extremely hot - his nose, his eye, his cheek bone, and his jaw chiefly - and then becoming just as cold. He gingerly probed the bones under his eye, and while they felt mended, the spell had done nothing to improve his vision, and his face was still tender. "Any better?" asked Kingsley.