Antics
Chapter Seventeen
This game was going to be a toughie. Their seeker was amazing. So, we didn't count on catching the snitch.
So, you got the first fifty points easy. The next fifty were harder.
An hour later, the score was 130-10.
Another ten minutes. You used the same plays, backwards.
160-10.
Crap. They're battling for the snitch.
Quickly, you grabbed the quaffle from the other team member. You literally grabbed it out of his hands, he was watching them dive.
You raced down the field as fast as you could.
You went for the lower right ring, shot...
Then... pain.
You heard a croud cheering... but didn't know for who.
You felt your body hit something. It didn't feel like the ground. But you couldn't remember, really.
You blacked out.
"W-where am I?"
"St. Mungo's" someone said. You couldn't see them through the blinding light. It sounded like Oliver.
"You fell." Marcus said.
"Oh-- did we win?"
"Yes. Thanks to you!" Pele said, plopping down.
Your eyes adjusted. "How long have I been out?"
"Only a couple of hours."
You sat up.
"Probably not best for you to--"
You got out of bed.
"Or that..."
A nurse came rushing.
"Young lady! Sit back down! Immediately. Now, you'll be able to leave in an hour. You'll need someone to take you home, though."
"I feel fine."
"You may feel fine, but that's because of the potion I gave you."
So Oliver ended up taking you home. She was right. You started feeling horrible.
"Take this." OLiver said. You eyed it. "The nurse gave it to me."
You drank it down. Discusting. But you were used to bad-tasting things.
Immediately, you started feeling loopy, and you tripped.
"Come on," Oliver said, heaving you up 'bridal style'.
"Woah!" you screamed, as he lifted you up!
"Let's get you to bed." he said.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not sleeping with you, I'm tooooo tireddd."
He chuckled. "Okay. Why don't we just lay down, then?"
"Okay." You mumbled into his shirt, where you had found a quite comfortable spot for your head.
You felt him lay you down, then walk towards the door. "WAAAIIT!" You screamed dramatically.
"What?" he asked, worried.
"You said 'we'."
"Huh?"
"You. You said 'we' would lay down."
"And..."
"Don't leave me alone! What if I have a siezure! Or a heart attack!"
"Okay, okay, scoot over."
You did, and he layed down next to you. Not realizing what you were doing, you snuggled into him.
You woke up. Your head pounding. *Groan*
You breathed in. You smelled... someone else.
Hey, was that an arm around your waste?
*Peeks one eye open*
"AHH!" you screamed.
Oliver jumped about a foot, screaming, "It's not what it looks like!" then he saw you. "Oh, it is what it looks like."
"What happened yesterday? I remember you bringing me back home. That's it."
"Well, I gave you a potion--"
"Then raped me?!"
"No, I gave you a potion, which took away pain, and you were drowsy, so I laid you down, then you were all, SLEEP WITH ME OLIVER!" he said, a high pitched voice when imitating you, "So I did."
"A likely story. And I don't sound like that!"
He laughed. "Yeah, yeah."
"Okay, so, I was drugged. That's the moral of the story. This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't on medication."
He rolled his eyes. "I won't tell a soul."
"Okay. Bye Ollie Wolly."
"Ollie Wolly?"
You shook your head. "Medication?"
"Riiight."
So, you got the first fifty points easy. The next fifty were harder.
An hour later, the score was 130-10.
Another ten minutes. You used the same plays, backwards.
160-10.
Crap. They're battling for the snitch.
Quickly, you grabbed the quaffle from the other team member. You literally grabbed it out of his hands, he was watching them dive.
You raced down the field as fast as you could.
You went for the lower right ring, shot...
Then... pain.
You heard a croud cheering... but didn't know for who.
You felt your body hit something. It didn't feel like the ground. But you couldn't remember, really.
You blacked out.
"W-where am I?"
"St. Mungo's" someone said. You couldn't see them through the blinding light. It sounded like Oliver.
"You fell." Marcus said.
"Oh-- did we win?"
"Yes. Thanks to you!" Pele said, plopping down.
Your eyes adjusted. "How long have I been out?"
"Only a couple of hours."
You sat up.
"Probably not best for you to--"
You got out of bed.
"Or that..."
A nurse came rushing.
"Young lady! Sit back down! Immediately. Now, you'll be able to leave in an hour. You'll need someone to take you home, though."
"I feel fine."
"You may feel fine, but that's because of the potion I gave you."
So Oliver ended up taking you home. She was right. You started feeling horrible.
"Take this." OLiver said. You eyed it. "The nurse gave it to me."
You drank it down. Discusting. But you were used to bad-tasting things.
Immediately, you started feeling loopy, and you tripped.
"Come on," Oliver said, heaving you up 'bridal style'.
"Woah!" you screamed, as he lifted you up!
"Let's get you to bed." he said.
"Nuh-uh. I'm not sleeping with you, I'm tooooo tireddd."
He chuckled. "Okay. Why don't we just lay down, then?"
"Okay." You mumbled into his shirt, where you had found a quite comfortable spot for your head.
You felt him lay you down, then walk towards the door. "WAAAIIT!" You screamed dramatically.
"What?" he asked, worried.
"You said 'we'."
"Huh?"
"You. You said 'we' would lay down."
"And..."
"Don't leave me alone! What if I have a siezure! Or a heart attack!"
"Okay, okay, scoot over."
You did, and he layed down next to you. Not realizing what you were doing, you snuggled into him.
You woke up. Your head pounding. *Groan*
You breathed in. You smelled... someone else.
Hey, was that an arm around your waste?
*Peeks one eye open*
"AHH!" you screamed.
Oliver jumped about a foot, screaming, "It's not what it looks like!" then he saw you. "Oh, it is what it looks like."
"What happened yesterday? I remember you bringing me back home. That's it."
"Well, I gave you a potion--"
"Then raped me?!"
"No, I gave you a potion, which took away pain, and you were drowsy, so I laid you down, then you were all, SLEEP WITH ME OLIVER!" he said, a high pitched voice when imitating you, "So I did."
"A likely story. And I don't sound like that!"
He laughed. "Yeah, yeah."
"Okay, so, I was drugged. That's the moral of the story. This wouldn't have happened if I wasn't on medication."
He rolled his eyes. "I won't tell a soul."
"Okay. Bye Ollie Wolly."
"Ollie Wolly?"
You shook your head. "Medication?"
"Riiight."