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:Chapter Seven: In The Infirmary
I woke up in the infirmary. Madam Pomfry said I fainted due to stress, and lack of nutrition. I indeed hadn't eaten the previous day, except my breakfast. As soon as I woke up I jumped up and was looking for my stuff, I had to get that notebook back now!
"Miss Standfort! Get back, you need your rest." Pomfry insisted.
"Be that as it may, I need something else more! I have to go. I have to." I said but then I started feeling ill. It had been at least five years since I had stopped having panic attacks, but they like some other things, seemed to have come back to haunt me. So I laid back down. "I'll stay here on one condition. Tell Oliver Wood to get his thieving butt over here." I said angrily. I couldn't believe he was causing me so much stress. Then I blacked out.
I woke up once more to find Oliver standing by my bed. "Where is it?!" I asked starting to sit up. Madam Pomfry came over to stop me though.
"I thought Mr. Potter was difficult to keep here until I met you Miss Standfort!" she said in a huff pushing me back down and giving Oliver a warning glance as she walked away.
"Well,-" I started. But he motioned to the nightstand.
"I took it because I thought you wouldn't want some first year or something looking through it. I didn't read it I swear." He said not looking me in the eye.
"Thank you for returning it then." I said still a little hostile but forgiving.
"Look I-" he started. But I waved my hand.
"Nope. Just forget about last night okay?"
"Okay, I guess." He said as Madam Pomfry pushed him out the door. I stayed the rest of the day. After I was released things went back to normal, or as normal as they get. Oliver and I finally talked about that night in the common room, and moved on from there though neither of us were really sure where we stand. So everything was going well and no adventures to speak of until a few weeks before Halloween when I got a very surprising letter via owl post from America.