"Diona!" Fiona was yelling my name into my ear. I was stuck in my
daydream, so by the time that I snapped out enough to hear her, she was so
mad that she was saying it more like 'DEEEE-YOOOO-NAAAAAAAA!'
I opened an eye and looked at her, "What?"
"Oh, nothing, did I wake you? I just wanted to tell you that class starts in about five minutes. Nothing major," she looked at me with a look of deep, sarcastic calmness.
"ACK!" I yelled and ran to grab my books. Upon running back down, I tripped and fell over something, falling chest down onto the floor.
Fiona sighed and walked over, calm because of my prone-ness to accidents, yet not getting hurt. "You okay?"
"Mmm ohze eelzz oden*!" I said, the words muffled because my face still happened to be on the ground.
"If you're going to talk, your best bet would be to pick up your head," Fiona replied, obviously annoyed.
"inne, utt yer ong oo se alottt lod!" I cried.
She sighed, "pick up your head, I can't tell what you said!"
"I said, fine, but you're going to see a lot of blood," I said, picking up my head and feeling blood trickle down my chin onto my neck.
"Ugh, We better get you to the hospital wing," she said and went to go get some tissues to keep the blood from over spilling.
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I spent the next two days in the hospital wing with a broken nose. I did receive three baskets of flowers, a letter from my mother, few boxes of chocolate frogs, fizzing whizbees, pepper imps (which were taken away), and of course, a sugar quill, so I won't have to daydream about eating real quills anymore.
Although I had quite a few presents, perhaps the best surprise was a visit from none other than Oliver, who presented me with a nice little red ever-blooming rose that 'Hagrid let him pick from a bush behind his hut'. It was quite sad when he had to go, but he promised to see me again soon.
The rose was wrapped in a bit of pink paper, which I unwrapped before sticking it in a vase. Once I unwrapped the wrapping, a small piece of folded up paper fell into my lap, and I stuck it into my pocket for reading once Madame Pomfrey had left.
I had completely forgotten about it until two days later, when I was rummaging about in my robe for a hair elastic. It fell out of my pocket onto the floor, and I snatched it up quickly before anyone could notice. I sat on my bed and carefully unfolded it. Enclosed in the little packet of paper was a small silver ring with an inscription on it, which I couldn't make out the letters of. When the wrapping was folded out all the way, Oliver's voice whispered this message:
'I do feel quite silly saying this, but I must make it brief. I would
really enjoy getting to know you better Diona, and if you are free on
Tuesday, It would be nice for us to meet and talk. Please meet me in
the rear garden at 2:15 PM, during Hufflepuff and Gryffindor's free
period. I hope you like the ring that I enclosed, I will tell you more
about it when we meet, just wear it then. See you on Tuesday!'
"Aww, that was so sweet!" Fiona exclaimed when I read her the message. "And look!" She said pointing to a spot on the page, "He even wrote 'See you Tuesday' instead of 'see you later'! Isn't this wonderful!" She was practically bouncing with excitement, "Just imagine, my best friend meeting up with Oliver Wood tomorrow!" I smiled and fixed the ring that Oliver had given me, which now sat on my ring finger.
I giggled and exclaimed, "It seems that I'm married when the ring is on this finger!"
"So switch it to your middle finger or something," Fiona said.
"I tried it on my middle finger first, but the weird thing was, it was too large for my middle finger, but absolutely perfect on my ring finger. Isn't that ridiculous?"
Fiona nodded, "Can you read what it says yet?"
"No, I really can't make out the letters, it just looks like a bunch of markings. I'll try it again tomorrow."
'Mmm, tomorrow,' I thought, 'I can't wait until tomorrow'
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*Translation: My nose is broken
I opened an eye and looked at her, "What?"
"Oh, nothing, did I wake you? I just wanted to tell you that class starts in about five minutes. Nothing major," she looked at me with a look of deep, sarcastic calmness.
"ACK!" I yelled and ran to grab my books. Upon running back down, I tripped and fell over something, falling chest down onto the floor.
Fiona sighed and walked over, calm because of my prone-ness to accidents, yet not getting hurt. "You okay?"
"Mmm ohze eelzz oden*!" I said, the words muffled because my face still happened to be on the ground.
"If you're going to talk, your best bet would be to pick up your head," Fiona replied, obviously annoyed.
"inne, utt yer ong oo se alottt lod!" I cried.
She sighed, "pick up your head, I can't tell what you said!"
"I said, fine, but you're going to see a lot of blood," I said, picking up my head and feeling blood trickle down my chin onto my neck.
"Ugh, We better get you to the hospital wing," she said and went to go get some tissues to keep the blood from over spilling.
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I spent the next two days in the hospital wing with a broken nose. I did receive three baskets of flowers, a letter from my mother, few boxes of chocolate frogs, fizzing whizbees, pepper imps (which were taken away), and of course, a sugar quill, so I won't have to daydream about eating real quills anymore.
Although I had quite a few presents, perhaps the best surprise was a visit from none other than Oliver, who presented me with a nice little red ever-blooming rose that 'Hagrid let him pick from a bush behind his hut'. It was quite sad when he had to go, but he promised to see me again soon.
The rose was wrapped in a bit of pink paper, which I unwrapped before sticking it in a vase. Once I unwrapped the wrapping, a small piece of folded up paper fell into my lap, and I stuck it into my pocket for reading once Madame Pomfrey had left.
I had completely forgotten about it until two days later, when I was rummaging about in my robe for a hair elastic. It fell out of my pocket onto the floor, and I snatched it up quickly before anyone could notice. I sat on my bed and carefully unfolded it. Enclosed in the little packet of paper was a small silver ring with an inscription on it, which I couldn't make out the letters of. When the wrapping was folded out all the way, Oliver's voice whispered this message:
'I do feel quite silly saying this, but I must make it brief. I would
really enjoy getting to know you better Diona, and if you are free on
Tuesday, It would be nice for us to meet and talk. Please meet me in
the rear garden at 2:15 PM, during Hufflepuff and Gryffindor's free
period. I hope you like the ring that I enclosed, I will tell you more
about it when we meet, just wear it then. See you on Tuesday!'
"Aww, that was so sweet!" Fiona exclaimed when I read her the message. "And look!" She said pointing to a spot on the page, "He even wrote 'See you Tuesday' instead of 'see you later'! Isn't this wonderful!" She was practically bouncing with excitement, "Just imagine, my best friend meeting up with Oliver Wood tomorrow!" I smiled and fixed the ring that Oliver had given me, which now sat on my ring finger.
I giggled and exclaimed, "It seems that I'm married when the ring is on this finger!"
"So switch it to your middle finger or something," Fiona said.
"I tried it on my middle finger first, but the weird thing was, it was too large for my middle finger, but absolutely perfect on my ring finger. Isn't that ridiculous?"
Fiona nodded, "Can you read what it says yet?"
"No, I really can't make out the letters, it just looks like a bunch of markings. I'll try it again tomorrow."
'Mmm, tomorrow,' I thought, 'I can't wait until tomorrow'
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*Translation: My nose is broken