Here is chapter two for the fic, sorry if its a bit small just thought it was a good place at the end of it to round off the chapter...
Those moments where you know you've done something stupid, yeah this is one of those, if I was lucky I'd have crashed into another Gryffindor, they'd know well enough that I'm a raging klutz, or second to that a Hufflepuff at least they're more mild mannered and probably
would just brush it off with a smile like they tend to do with anything, but no, luck was not in my favour today of all days... All I saw in the flurry of embarrassment and impending pain was the colours green and silver… Slytherin…
"I am so sorry!" I blurted out by instinct (what can I say I was raised polite). I didn't dare even raise my head, I was ashamed at my klutziness, and I didn't want to see the expression of the person I could have possibly injured.
"It's no worry, are you okay?" a soft male voice asked me, I wasn't expecting such thoughtfulness from a Slytherin, let alone one I had crashed into…
"Yeah just a little disorientated but that's normal" I assured, only for my own body to prove me wrong as per usual and my head feels light as a feather and my legs losing feeling, and I begin slumping to the ground, or I would have, granted that the young Slytherin hadn't grabbed me before I made another spectacle of myself…
"Don't worry I've got you, I'll take you to Madam Pomfrey" "Are you his friend?" he directed to Arty.
"Yes, Jack are you okay to go with him, Flitwick will have my head if I break curfew again?" She asked, I knew I couldn't ask her to stay, Filius Flitwick despite being one of the more lenient heads of house, and teacher in general, had his limits and Artemis had never been a fan of strict curfews, but even she knew when not to test people, besides, it would only hinder her if she gained punishment.
"Yeah I guess that's fine, I shouldn't be long anyway, I'll see you in charms tomorrow" I retorted before she sped off towards through the corridors. Then it struck me that I was half incapacitated and being carried by a Slytherin that held every right to want to leave me slumped in the corridor, I had to ask him, "Why are you helping me?" He looked shocked that I actually asked, I hadn't taken much notice of him as a person to be honest, but alone and looking directly at him I took in him looks, he was tall (then again most people are tall when you're slouched into them) had really dark hair and really blue eyes, all I could really tell while my vision was still terrible from the light headedness.
"Well I crashed into you and now you're not feeling great, so naturally I'd want to help you, do you not want me to?" he said, which instantly made me feel I'd insulted him, crap, the thought that he crashed into me made me feel crap as well, I just blamed myself because I know what I'm like at any rate, guess it's just bad timing.
"Well…um…" I didn't know what to think "Yes I would" still slurring and making a fool of myself but the words were out there.
"Well take a tight hold and I'll get you to the hospital wing, here I'll…" and like it was no great feat of strength he held me upright propped on his shoulder and escorted me, well carried me, to the care of Madam Pomfrey in the hospital wing.
