Just go home. Those three little words shouldn’t have tugged at Basil’s frustration as much as they did standing there in the middle of (arguably) the last part of magical London he really wanted to be in. He’d made an effort to come see Macnair, for whatever bloody reason he couldn’t well articulate, and being told to all but shove off was not sitting well, even as Agrimony glared at him. Basil had half a mind to point it out and start something of an argument until a bout of coughing derailed his mood and caused, instead, a worried crease to pinch at the Ravenclaw’s brows.

This was the second time Macnair had doubled over like that. There was certainly something amiss here, even if the Slytherin was loathe to admit it.

“I won’t,” he responded, jutting out his chin forcibly and crossing the room to hover by Macnair’s side. His voice softened and one hand came to settle just gently on the blonde’s back as Agrimony continued to cough. It really sounded bad. Basil tugged his wand free and summoned a chair to force the other into. “There’s something going on with you, Macnair,” he murmured quietly. Perhaps it was nothing, but it could also very well be something. Basil was about to ask if he could give the former Slytherin a once over - wracking his brain for what minuscule healing magic he knew - when a bloody handkerchief pulled away from the blonde’s mouth and caught both their attentions.

There was a silent beat between them.

Grey hues flashed up worriedly towards blue and Basil sucked in a short breath, one hand coming to shove Macnair back into the seat by his shoulder in the same motion. He wasn’t going to bother asking. Before Basil could rationalize what he was doing, he’d pressed his free hand up under Agrimony’s fringe to check for a temperature. It was clammy. “When was the last time you’ve seen a healer?” He demanded to know, voice wavering between a soft hush and just plain rudeness. (Concern lingered somewhere between the lines there too, but that would get him nothing and so Basil kept the sentiment neatly tucked away until he could reflect upon it later.) “And before you tell me to shove off again, just know I won’t until we’ve resolved this.”

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