Bugger. And. Damn.
It all seemed to happen instantaneously - Erin's shout of protest, his rise and startled swear when the water hit his shins, Erin making a grab for...he didn't know what she was grabbing for but she ended up with a hold on his arm, and Erin slipping free as not even his Quidditch-perfected reflexes were quick enough to catch her. Rafe blinked a couple times in response to brief chaos and he saw that Erin was now sprawled on the wet floor though he wasn't entirely sure how she ended up there.
Rafe crouched down, still clutching the dirty shirt and laughing lightly under his breath. "All right, there?" he asked, tone mingled with amusement and concern. He tossed the shirt over a shoulder and reached out to her with both hands. "Looked like you hit your head."
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