You've got a little... something, there. ((Open RP))

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((I'm blaming this on you, Backup, and TV Tropes. From Hollywood Healing: Yet Bruce Wayne's corporate headshots are perfect time and time again, and James Bond never shows up at an embassy dinner with two shiners and a wad of gauze over his nose, even if he's just been hit in the face by an iron bar.))

It was supposed to be a quick job. A turncoat agent in Dublin who needed to be silenced, and Bond was the closest Double-0 around. What was intended to be a quick shot to the back of the head behind a nightclub turned into a fight that wrecked a dozen bar stools, three mirrors, and enough glassware and bottles of booze to stock the Ravenclaw bar with some left over for the Little Green Apple.

Bond arrived back at Hogwarts in one of his impeccable crisp suits and his overnight bag slung over his shoulder. As always, he spared a smile and maybe a wink for any attractive woman he passed. It was just that the winking was a bit hard when his right eye was almost swelled shut, and the busted lip looked pretty bad, too. Sure, the gashes from the broken glass probably should be looked at, but he'd bandaged himself up pretty well. It could at least wait until he unpacked.