Prompt: "Will somebody please tell me what is going on?"
"Will somebody please tell me what is going on?" Oliver was pacing anxiously in front of the doors of the hospital wing, trailing mud everywhere, and glancing at the closed doors so often and so quickly he would probably end up with whiplash.
"Well, Oliver, it would appear that our star Seeker…"
"…is in the hospital wing…"
"…with no bones in his arm to speak of…"
"…thanks to everyone's favourite Defence Against the Dark Arts professor!" Oliver glared at the twins as they grinned cheekily at him, both still wearing their Quidditch robes and covered in mud.
"What we want to know…"
"…is whether he's going to be alright…"
"…or not!" His scowl intensified as the girls rolled their eyes behind him.
"Well, what are we going to do if Harry's out of action for the next Quidditch match? We need him to beat Hufflepuff, I can't think of anyone who could possibly replace Harry – let alone match his skill. I mean, come on, have any of you seen a Seeker that good at such a young age… And what if he's out of action for the rest of season? I can't think of what could possibly happen…" Oliver's frantic rant was cut off Alicia standing up and slapping a hand over his mouth.
"Oliver, this is Madam Pomfrey we're talking about." Fred raised an eyebrow at his captain who attempted to sigh but was blocked by Alicia's hand so it came out as more of a muffled grunt.
"Not some muggle doctor," George chimed in, shaking his head in disapproval at Oliver as he wandered, out loud, how he could possibly be so silly as to think that the school nurse wouldn't have Harry fixed in a jiffy.
"Yeah, he's probably in there right now just testing out the new bones in his arm…" Katie said, trailing off at the end and twisting her face as she remembered the way Harry's arm had flopped around.
"Or, you know, having some disgusting concoction forced down his throat," Angelina concluded as there was a muffled noise of disgust from the hospital wing.