"Hell's teeth," Hugo swore, growling through the pain as the incantation shifted all the bones into place. It was a familiar discomfort, but new in that he could feel all the tiny pieces scattering to rejoin. There was little in the way to pad that sensation, but it was over quickly.
"Sorry," he mumbled, apologizing mostly to Ron. He had gripped his poor young dad's arm even tighter during the spell.
"Feels sore, but better. How's it look?" he asked after removing the handkerchief.