(event for Mr Bohannon) Surprising advice

[Dark Storm]

A hefty Sixth year strode through the corridor and grabbed Weatherby, pulling him to one side,
"Weatherby?"
he asked gruffly

[Kip]

Weatherby was idly rubbing his swollen nose as he walked towards the Common Room after class. A quick trip to the Hospital Wing had patched up the splintered bone after the punch from the seventh-year, but it would still take some time for the now bulbous nose to shrink back down to its normal size.

When the boy seized his sleeve, Weatherby chirped like a bird and instinctively threw his arms defensively across his face. When no blow was forthcoming, he slowly lowered his guard and coughed lightly. It would still take some time for the jumpiness to go away, too.

"Err... yes. That's me," he finally said after an awkward pause.

[Dark Storm]

"Good."
he nodded shoving a package into the boys arms,
"Owls arrives late this morning."
he said in explanation before walking away leaving the boy with the mysterious package...

[Kip]

"Right," mumbled Weatherby, examining the package. "Thanks, I suppose."

Weatherby watched curiously as the sixth-year strolled away. He hadn't been expecting any mail, and he couldn't imagine from whom he might receive a parcel. The throbbing in the center of his face warned him that the older Gryffindors could have concocted a trick - whether to discourage his questions or to show him his place, he didn't know - so perhaps precautions were necessary.

He didn't trust his modest magical abilities not to destroy the contents of the package, so contented himself with a stroll back to the Hospital Wing. If he was going to get hexed by a cursed box or sprayed with a foul-smelling creature extract, at least rescue would only be a few steps (or a few screams) away.

He plopped down on a stone bench in the corridor, rested the package on his lap, and opened it up, hoping for the best all the while.