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December 16, Saturday, 10 am

Turns out I fell asleep in the hospital wing. I woke up sitting on the chair next to Oliver's bed with my arms folded on his bed, with my head resting on that. Oliver woke me up around 6 am.

"Kat," he was nudging my shoulder, "Kat, Kat wake up."

He started shaking my shoulder harder. I opened my eyes slightly, when I realized I wasn't in the dorm, I sat bolt upright. And I almost hit Oliver in the head.

"What?"

"You fell asleep," he said.

"Really? Because this looks so much like the girl's dorm."

"Really?"

Why is Oliver impervious to sarcasm? I really don't understand it.

"Yes, Oliver, us girls like to decorate our rooms with hospital beds and weird smelling bandages so it looks like the hospital wing," he picked up the sarcasm this time and laughed.

I looked at the cut Oliver got yesterday. It was right below his eye, but on the side of his face, from the end of his cheek bone almost to his hair line. It was ½ and inch wide, but not deep at all. Madame Pomphrey said he got lucky, if it got him straight in the face he might've had to go to St. Mungo's. His cheek was swollen too, but we hadn't worried about it too much. But now there was a purple rim around it.

"Er…Oliver," I said, my finger's skimming around the cut on the purple rim. "There's purple around your cut."

"What?"

"I better go get Madame Pomphrey."

At first I thought it might be a bruise. But trust me, I've had plenty and none looked like that. It was splotchy in some places and smooth in others. And it wasn't the ugly color bruises were, it was a more livid purple.

I knocked on her office door, "Madame Pomphrey!" I was banging rather loud, "MADAME POM-"

The door opened, "Jesus ,child, what do you want?" she looked at her watch, "And what are you doing here so early?"

I ignored the last question, "There's a purple ring around Oliver's cut. And it's-"

"-Is it a bruise?"

"No."

"Are you sure? It is very early-"

"MADAME!"

"Alright, alright."

I eventually dragged her over to where Oliver was.

"See?"

She put on her glasses, "Oh my."

"What?" Oliver asked, "What is it?"

"Darling, go get my bag," she told me, "it's on my desk."

I was back in two seconds. When I came back, Madame Pomphrey was leaning over Oliver, prodding her wand on the purple rim. Oliver was laying very still, he didn't even need the leather straps.

"AHA!" Madame Pomphrey said after a while of prodding. "Child, give me the green vial in my bag-yes, that's the one."

I handed it to her. She put some on a cloth and started dabbing Oliver's cut and around it.

"There," she said after a minute or two. "That should do it. The ring should be gone in three hours at the most." she handed me the vial and cloth, "Dab it every 30 minutes until it is gone."

Then she went back to her office, probably to sleep.

"Is that all?" Oliver asked. "She isn't going to tell us what happened?"

I looked at the vial and cloth. Three hours? THREE? I have homework to do and sleep to catch up! What, does she think she can go around making students temporary nurses or something? Eh, I'd probably be here anyway. I slumped back in my chair, "Guess not…"

So after 30 minutes I had to use the stupid vial and 'dab'. Because I'm a non-volunteering nurse who doesn't get paid. How did I get roped into this? Ah yes, I'm the reason Oliver got into a fist fight and almost got his face burned off. That's something nice to have on your concise.

"Does it sting?" I asked while 'dabbing' his cut. every time I went over it, his nose twitched slightly and his brows furrowed for just a second.

"Yeah," he said smiling, "just a little."

Even if it was just a little, his nose was twitching like crazy.

I sat back down in my chair, once I was done, "I'm sorry…"

"For what?" he was smiling out of the corner of his mouth.

"For getting you into this mess."

"What mess? One cut? Kat, that's nothing big."

"Maybe," I looked at the floor, "but it would've never happened if-"

"If Flint wasn't such an ass."

There I had to smile. Hey, it's the truth.

"But I've known you for ages and a stupid Polyjuice Potion shouldn't have tricked me like that!" I protested.

Oliver cupped a hand over mine, "He shouldn't have tried to trick you, Kat."

I looked up at him, and then back at the floor, "maybe…"

He lifted my chin up with his other hand, "At least we match," he rubbed his thumb right at the base of my cut, smiling.

I hate his smile, it's so god damn contagious. I couldn't help but smile. It was small though, promise.

Around 9 Alicia and everyone else came down.

"There you are!" Alicia said as she saw me.

It had been three hours and all the purple was gone, not to mention the potion in the vial. Amen.

"We've been looking for you everywhere!" she said as she came and stood next to my chair.

"Well," I said through a yawn, "I was here."

Fred and George saved me before Alicia and Angelina started playing 20 questions with me.

"Hey guess what?" Fred asked Oliver, sitting on my lap.

"Marcus is still in the entrance stupefied," George said before Oliver could answer as I pushed Fred off me and onto the floor.

"And he's got blood dripping from his mouth, a black eye, and a swollen cheek," Angelina reported.

"And a bruised ego," Alicia said.

We all laughed.

"You guys don't have any coffee do you?" I asked through yet another yawn.

"No," Alicia said sympathetically. "come on, let's go get you some," she dragged me to my feet and out the door.

"So, what time did you wake up?" Alicia asked the second the hospital doors closed behind us.

"Um, I think it was 5," I lied through a yawn.

Alicia laughed, "Katie Ann Bell, you are a terrible liar. Now, what really happened."

I admitted defeat and told her everything that happened, except like Oliver's hand over mine and little things that would be better for the two of us if she didn't know.

"You fell asleep?" she laughed as we entered the Great Hall, "Gosh, how stiff is your back?"

"Let's think 'Lic, I had a four hour practice and fell asleep in a hospital chair," I pretended to think. "I wonder why I can't fell my back…hmm."

Alicia laughed and I found the coffee pot on the Griffindor table.

"Alleluia!" I screamed as I practically threw myself at it.

"Oh my God, coffee!" I shrieked softly as we walked back to the hospital wing, taking a sip of the precious elixir. "Mercy, it's -so-good!" I said through tearless sobs, I was almost crying, I was so happy to have caffeine running through my veins.

We walked back towards Oliver's bed and I found Fred sitting in my chair, with Angelina on his lap.

"OFF!" I screamed like a cranky mother as I came to stand next to them.

The two of them laughed as I sat back down in my chair. Yes, that's right my chair.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Your hair is such a mess," George said, lifting up a knotty lock of hair.

"La-di-da."

"Major bed hair," Fred said.

"Lucky me."

"You've got ferocious bags under your eyes."

"Whoop-di-do."

"I could sit in them."

"Oh my God, you're morning people."

Fred sat back down in my lap, and then George sat down on his.

"You guys," I said, trying not to spill my coffee and trying to expand my lungs, "it's too early for a lap dance, NOW GET OFF!"

The twins laughed and jumped off. No, they really jumped. How many cups of coffee did they have?

Right after Oliver got released and marched over to the board and scheduled another practice.

Oliver's head could be chopped off and he would still schedule practices everyday of his life. Even if we lost the quaffle and had to use his severed head, he would still yell at us.

So of course, we have yet another practice.

God damn it! Why couldn't he be released after the weekend was over? I have homework you know!

After practice

hmmm, it turn out I have this huge bruise on my side. How the hell did that get there? Oh yeah, probably from the bludger Fred sent at me after Oliver yelled at him for not hitting his marks. Then Oliver yelled at him for taking me out. Poor Fred.

At least he's back to normal. Could you imagine Oliver in a hospital bed while there was practice to be had?

My God, I need more caffeine.

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Oliver's head could be chopped off and he would still schedule practices everyday of his life. Even if we lost the quaffle and had to use his severed head, he would still yell at us. hmmm, it turn out I have this huge bruise on my side. How the hell did that get there? Oh yeah, probably from the bludger Fred sent at me after Oliver yelled at him for not hitting his marks. Then Oliver yelled at him for taking me out. Poor Fred.