 Yeahhh, Mr White! Yeah science!
Quidditch tryouts. Merlin they were gruelling.
Oliver stumbled into the dorms and made a staggered b-line for his bed, not paying attention to anyone else in the room. He collapsed onto the soft mattress and sighed. He was going to sleep well tonight. And no nightmares about mutant butterfly-men were going to disturb his slumber.
He lay on his back looking upwards and frowned. Why oh why had he decided to try out during OWL year!? As if it wasn't stressful enough. He groaned and turned onto his side to have a look around the dorms, spotting little Dillon sucking on a sugar quill. He smiled drowsily. "Hey Dillon. You feeling better, bud?" Cos...of course, Oliver hadn't seen the boy since the Ketchup Incident. heh.
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