"It was only a little poisonous and I wasn't exactly grappling! Honestly, I'm fine," Charlie insisted in vain. His hand throbbed and it was rather difficult to play it off at this point so he reluctantly gave in. He pulled his wand from his pocket and summoned a small potion bottle from across the room. It drifted through the air slowly and almost as sullenly as Charlie looked and settled on the coffee table between them.
"I'll take it, but if I confess to all the murders I've committed you have to promise not to tell anyone alright Pen?" He offered her a grin.