SPOILER!!: Lisa <3 <3 <3
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Lislchen 
Dismissing Oliver's suggestion of getting the Healer with a small hand gesture Nancy frowned angrily at how difficult it was to hop up the stairs on only one foot. "No levitating. I'm fine!" Well, not fine but y'know. No way was somebody going to levitate her up the stairs. She still had Oliver's facial expression quite vividly on her mind when Healer Ashford had levitated HIM up to the Hospital Wing. No thank you.
The journey started to become more and more difficult the closer they got to the third floor...and the more steps they climbed. Panting Nancy closed her eyes for a second as she hopped up one more step. Those random black spots before her eyes were not exactly a good sign. But they were so close. No way was she stopping now...or telling Oliver anything about that.
Still, that teasing did distract her slightly from the increasing exhaustion which became more and more unbearable. "Aww...I would have loved to have slippers sewn by you. I would have worn them, I swear. However horrible they would have looked." Nancy smirked at him mockingly as she dragged herself up another couple of steps. They were getting closer to the Hospital Wing.
Finally after what seemed like hours Nancy breathed a sigh of relief. The Hospital Wing door. Finally. "You sure you are able to come along inside? I don't want another set up slippers ruined." Even though, she was teasing him, the look she gave him suggested that she really really wanted him to come along inside. Pushing the door open with one hand - the other still clinging to Oliver - she stopped and looked at him expectantly.
Ek.. ok.. so no levitating. That was fine by Oliver. He got the distinct impression that Nancy would be almost as uncomfortable as he had been with it.
“Yeah.. you look fine.” He muttered quietly and sarcastically following up with a wink so she wouldn't take offence.
“So.... onwards and upwards!” He pointed up the stairs and would have struck a superhero pose should he not have been bent under Nancy's weight.
Smirking amusedly at Nancy's words, he raised an eyebrow.
“Is that a fact?” He asked as if this was some kind of challenge.
“I'll make them... if you promise not to throw them in the lake because they're so hideous.” He cackled and it echoed up the staircase of the deserted, quiet school.
"Any particular colour? Greeeen, perhaps?" heh. Snot green badly sewn slippers. Lovely.
The journey that had started off fairly well got increasingly slower the further up the stairs they got. They had to take a few of rests along the way. Oliver was relieved that they didn't have to tackle that moving staircase on the way there. Now that would have been a struggle. He was going to have to suggest to the nice nursey that they moved the Hospital Wing to the ground floor cos it made so much more sense than having it on the third.
And here they were at last. Oliver paused outside the entrance with a look of worry on his face.
“Nhhh.. uh..” He muttered incoherently to the injured Slytherin girl.
“I.. er..” He scratched nervously at his cheek. It was so tempting to just leave Nancy here and run off back to the common room but hell, he couldn't do that! He closed his eyes briefly trying to silence the scared little boy voice in his head, then took a breath before speaking.
“I.. I'm sure.” He replied not sounding sure at all. He gave her a look as she teased him over the slippers – now he did feel like he was going to vomit. The smell of disinfectant alone coming from inside that.. that..
medical place made him feel ill without the vision of vomit too.
Guh. “It was the waking up in my own blood that made me vomit, not the thought of the hospital wing.” He pointed out to her... though he wasn't entirely sure if this was true.
Pfft.. But Nancy didn't need to know that, did she?
“I'm fine. Come on.” He said. He had to be brave here. Bring the ol' 'Slythindor' he claimed he was to the surface. He slung his arm around the girl's waist once again and helped her inside the waiting area and onto one of the vacant chairs.