"Of course," Thomas agreed, inwardly cursing. Of course he would go and blind a girl with orange juice. Wonderful. Although he didn't know Sloane even slightly well, he assumed she was like most quidditch girls. They didn't just request the infirmary all willy nilly.

Ignoring the juice and glass mess he could have easily cleaned up with a spell, he glanced back at Sloane. "I'll escort you there." Without being able to see clearly, she would never make it.

If their height difference wasn't so ridiculous, Thomas might have offered his arm. It would have only been proper, but he wasn't so sure the tiny Gryffindor could locate it far above her head. Instead, he reached down and tried to gently guide her by her elbow, a blush starting to color where his cheeks met his ears.

"Erm, hold on how you...think is best?"

Merlin.