Harry had already had to leave training twice because of an injury and when he today split his bottom lip, he wasn't allowed such a privilege. A match was coming up, and Harry had to stick around the full training, even with a bloody mouth. By the time he was heading home, the cut had closed and reopened so many times Harry had lost count, and the area had started to bruise. Heading home, he was pressing a washcloth against his lip to once again stop the bleeding.<br/>As he awkwardly elbowed the door to the apartment open, he let out a muffled<span style="font-style: italic">hullo</span>, letting his gymbag fall to the floor. Finally removing the cloth, Harry inattentively licked his lips; when the taste was bloody, he frowned.<br/>"Do we have a first aid kit? Some hydrogen peroxide or the sorts?" he asked as he passed the kitchen door at Draco, moving towards their bathroom in search for just that.