[credence bolts upright at the knock at the door and almost runs over to answer it. though he was expecting mr. graves still his face lights up at the sight of him.]
Mr. Graves. Please come in.
[he pulls the door to one side to allow mr. graves to maneuver the chair inside. his room is full of stacks of newspapers, magazines, and cheap wizarding paperbacks of the sort people might leave in a waiting room and forget about. it occurs to him that mr. graves might not actually want to come into his room, as their plans are in fact scheduled for the dining hall, and he looks down, embarrassed.]
Are you--all right?
[it concerns him that mr. graves is still using the chair. did credence tire him out?]
We don't have to go to the dining hall if you're tired.
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Mr. Graves. Please come in.
[he pulls the door to one side to allow mr. graves to maneuver the chair inside. his room is full of stacks of newspapers, magazines, and cheap wizarding paperbacks of the sort people might leave in a waiting room and forget about. it occurs to him that mr. graves might not actually want to come into his room, as their plans are in fact scheduled for the dining hall, and he looks down, embarrassed.]
Are you--all right?
[it concerns him that mr. graves is still using the chair. did credence tire him out?]
We don't have to go to the dining hall if you're tired.