For awhile he considered sulking off back to his room in the Bite 'n Blether, but then he remembered that it would be really tricky to try to heal the cut on his wand arm.
Besides, he suspected after a glance that it was perhaps too deep for what healing spells he knew. He was more familiar with the sort you used on children's scrapes and cuts, since Jessie couldn't cast a healing spell if her life depended on it.
But he was called in by a man that he recognized from the DA back at school. A Ravenclaw, Harry's year, he recalled, but couldn't think of the name at the moment. It would come to him, he knew. It always did.
He smiled rather warmly, only the faintly tight corners revealing that there was a real reason that he was here. "Hello," he greeted in a friendly manner. "I'd really appreciate that," he admitted, and followed the other man back into the room, feeling his ankle twinge on the way.