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November 9, Saturday, 7 am
I'm not sure why I broke down so much yesterday. I mean, sure it was unpleasant but I normally don't breakdown like that. It only happened once before and that's when I caught my first boyfriend cheating on me. I mean back then I was young and…and I dunno. I'm not saying I'm some cold hard stone that doesn't let anybody in or let tears out, I've cried! I guess because it was Flint. Or was it because I thought it was Oliver? And if it was that, was it because it was horrible or because I was disappointed that it wasn't? I dunno. I'm just gonna try and block it out. But it's gonna be hard for everyone else to block out my swollen cheek. God damn it.
After breakfast
"I get dibs on Flint's ugly face first!" Angelina said while I was trying to eat my eggs. but some how they didn't taste right.
I had told the rest of my friends what happened last night once I calmed down and had a hot coco in my hands, sitting in the common room and out of my Quidditch robes.
"Get in line…" Oliver growled. He was skimming up and down the Slytherin table. But I knew Flint wasn't going to be there, I checked too. His friends were sitting without him.
I just sighed, starring at my eggs, hunched over and my hands in my lap.
"You should probably go see Madame Pomphrey," Alicia said, her fingers gently skimming over my cut and swollen cheek. I swiped her hand away and gave her a small smile, "I'll be fine, don't worry"
"Too late…" Oliver muttered under his breath, only loud enough for me to hear, in a raspy voice, he was playing with his eggs.
"We'll get him," Fred said, and Oliver cast him a dark look and held it, Fred was looking rather uncomfortable.
"That is, if there's anything left of him after Woody over here left anything," George recovered for his twin and Oliver went back to his-what-he-called-half-eaten-eggs-which-were-in-fact-just-played-with-eggs.
I
just sighed, "Guys really, it's nothing..."
"Katie! He could've raped you!" Alicia shrieked rather loudly. I got a few curious looks from some Hufflepuffs in the next table over.
"Could you scream any louder?" I said rather meanly. I took a breath and smiled as much as I could, "I'm sorry 'Lic, but you know I would never let it get that bad"
"But you didn't even have your wand..."
I guess what she said finally made me realize why I had such a major meltdown. I guess some small part of me, deep down in my gut, was screaming that, but the rest of me was screaming something louder, and I could only hear the second.
Noon
After breakfast I let Angelina and Alicia and everyone else drag me to the hospital wing.
"Guys really! It's just a cut and a swollen cheek!" I protested, "I've had so much worse and been fine!"
"Oh yeah?" Angelina said, holding my left arm rather tight. Damn she's strong.
"Yeah!"
"Like when?" That was Fred, he was pushing against my back with both hands.
"Like this!" I wrench my hand from Angelina and pointed to the small scar under my right eye where a bludger had hit me almost three years ago. "Remember?"
"No," Angelina grabbed my arm again, this time, her nails digging into my skin she was holding onto me so hard.
By now, I was so determined not to get to the hospital wing, I sat on the floor. They really didn't understand. If I went to the hospital wing, Madame Pomphrey would want to know how I got hurt and I'd rather not explain the situation. For the record, I am a terrible liar. I mean, sometimes I get lucky but even if I get away with something, then I feel guilty the rest of the day and then some.
"I'm not going to the hospital wing," I said as Angelina dug even deeper into the only left arm I had. I thought it was going to pop off she was holding it so tight.
"Alright," Oliver said, he was holding my right arm firmly. Firmly, not digging into my only left arm, but firmly. I'm gonna have to teach Angelina that word, she was cutting off my circulation.
I sighed, "Thanks Ol-"
But the next second he had me draped over his shoulders and was walking to the Hospital Wing a lot faster than we were going before.
"OLIVER!" I screamed, kicking and punching. I was not going to the hospital wing. "Oliver! Put me down!"
"Nope"
"OLIVER SCOTTY-PANTS WOOD"
"It's not going to happen," he put his other arm across my legs so I couldn't kick. He was chuckling to himself as everyone else followed behind, making faces at me and laughing.
"OLIVER! I am NOT going to the Hospital Wing!"
Two minutes later, I was strapped in a hospital bed.
"I hate you all," I said, looking at the leather straps across my chest and arms, stomach, knees, wrists, and ankles, "Is all this necessary? I'm not a mental patient, it's only a swollen cheek!" I tried to squirm around for squirming sake but I couldn't even budge. I should've figured that because I could hardly breathe.
I sighed in defeat, "ok, you win, I'm here," I said looking at my smug looking friends, "what do you want with me?"
"Only to fix that cheek," Madame Pomphrey said, turning my head so she could see my cheek. She was on my right so let me tell you, she turned my head so hard and fast it cracked like five times. "Oh, a little tense, are we?"
I laughed lightly, but it was not because what she said was funny, "Looks like it…" Why does everyone want to tear pieces of me off? First it was Angelina with my arm, now Madame Pomphrey wants my head as a slovenlier.
Who wants my feet ? Anybody? Free feet! Get your free feet! We also have a right arm and both legs! Who wants 'em?
"So how did you get this?" Madame Pomphrey asked, her wand tip on top of my cheek, I winced when she asked, I guess she thought it hurt because she said, "I'm sorry dear, didn't mean to prod so hard"
"It's ok," avoiding the question was my number one goal at the moment.
"So...?"
"So what?"
"How did you get this?"
"Er…," I took a deep breathe. A teacher was going to find out any way. "Marcus Flint hit me-"
"-With a bludger"
I looked at my friends and realized Oliver was the one who cut me off. That man is god. If I wasn't strapped in, I would probably be on the floor bowing.
Madame Pomphrey looked at him. Her wand tip was on me, but she looked like she was prodding him.
"
We were having a scrimmage," Oliver explained, "Flint was trying to show his beater the right way-Crabbe, he's new on the team-and when he did, he hit Kat"
Madame Pomphrey nodded, eyeing him like she wasn't sure to believe him or not. But I guess she did because she started working on my cheek. I looked over to Oliver while she was working and I caught a playful wink.
4 o'clock
"Sorry"
Everyone else had left. Madame Pomphrey said it would be a while for the spell to work and my cheek to go back down to normal size. Exactly 2 hours and 32 minutes it took. I know she elongated the spell! That woman hates me…
But by then Oliver was the only one waiting with me. He said to everyone else that they could go and that I was the one who waited for him that time, and so he should wait for me.
"Sorry for what?" Oliver asked confused, sitting on the chair next to my bed.
"For making you wait," I was still strapped in that god damn hospital bed.
He smiled, "That's no reason to be sorry. You waited almost all night that one time"
I shrugged my shoulders as much as the straps would allow, "I was the one who did the damage, remember?"
Oliver chuckled, "Yeah, how could I forget?"
"It's not funny! I would hit you if I was tied up like a mental patient"
He laughed even harder.
"Oliver," I groaned.
His laugh died down a bit. Then he stood up and kissed my forehead, "I'll go find Madame Pomphrey, your cheek looks better." And he went to go find her.
Meanwhile, I was sitting rigid in my little mental patient bed ponder what happened.
What was that all about? That was the real Oliver right? Why is the world confusing me like this?
Oliver returned with Madame Pomphrey a few minutes later. The whole time she was poking my cheek I was thinking to tell me head to stop thinking.
he's your captain! It was probably just some captain-chaser/team mate/ player protector thing right? I mean, what else could it be?
God damn it Katie! Stop thinking!
If anything it was a friendly peck, which was exactly what it was. I mean, we've been friends for the past 4 years, why shouldn't we have friendly pecks? I mean, it would make the world a better place.
I said stop thinking! (I took a mental deep breath here) you're probably still worked up from yesterday and that's all.
Look! Oliver is fine. Why shouldn't you be fine? Then we can all be fine.
I SAID STOP THINKING!
So for once I listened to my head and stopped thinking. But it was probably only because Madame Pomphrey had gone back to poking my cheek.
"Well, I got the swelling down, do you want me to get rid of the cut?"
"NO!"
She made this tsk tsk type of noise and started un-strapping me. The second I was free I sprinted out of there and up the next hall. I wanted to put as much distance between me and that bed. Oliver eventually caught up to me and stopped my frantic running.
"That was such a bad idea!" I said as he turned me around, "I will never let you guys drag me in there again!"
Oliver chuckled.
"It's not funny!" I rubbed one of my wrists, "that woman hates me"
He put an arm around my shoulders, "everyone hates you," I know he caught the look I gave him but he only laughed louder, "come one, let's go get your stuff from the locker room"
And he steered me down to the pitch. We got my stuff from my locker and threw it in my bag that was still in there with all my books. He wouldn't let me carry it, he insisted that he should.
"Oliver really," I sighed, "I only got hit, I can handle a bag of clothes"
Oliver smiled, "I'm sure you could." he slung my messenger bag over his shoulder and ignored anything else I said on the subject.
Half way back I gave him a hug around his shoulders. "Thanks"
"For what?" he asked as we continued walking, "For strapping you in a mental patient bed? Any time"
"Number one: NEVER again! Number two: I meant yesterday genius"
He put an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him, "You don't need to thank me," he whispered in my ear.
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