03-16-2010, 04:12 PM
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Originally Posted by noodles 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. At Oliver's words Nancy felt the corners of her lips curl up into an amused smirk. He would actually make some? As long as she wore them that is. Well, she would. And if it was only to see what he would come up with and whether or not he would stick to his part of the agreement. "I promise." She stated with a challenging smirk directed upwards at Oliver. Favorite color? GREEN?! Somehow she couldn't get the image of olive-green slippers out of her head. Ew! "No, I'm sure you'll come up with something just awesome!" Or, y'know not. Hop! Pant! Black spots! Hop! Pant! More black spots!
The more steps they climbed the more black spots started appearing in front of her eyes, making her feel even dizzier. Guh! Hopefully she wouldn't throw up or something. No, she wouldn't. She was strong...so strong that if it hadn't been for Oliver's arm around her waist she would have tumbled over right away as soon as they had stopped moving. Uh...yeah... Maybe not THAT strong.
Even though, it had been her who had given him the possibility to leave, a small glint of disappointment at his hesitation. Of course it was up to him and she would totally understand if he wanted to get as far away from the Hospital Wing as possible but still...would he actually just leave her? Closing her eyes for a moment Nancy took a deep breath to brace herself for whatever answer Oliver would give...and to get rid of at least some of the black spots.
At the sound of his voice the 17 year old gazed up at him, a rather doubting look on her face. Uh-oh. Dragging her leg along Nancy took a small step closer towards him and gulped upon noticing the rather panic-y look in the boy's eyes and the way he had grown even paler than before. He was sort of almost matching her current complexion. Not good. So not good.
Even though he still didn't look "fine" Nancy nodded barely noticably and leaned against Oliver slightly as he helped her inside and through the door...where a wave of different scents immediately made her want to turn right around. Ew! So...so...clean. It smelled purely of disinfectant. As soon as she'd slowly settled on one of the vacant seats she glanced at Oliver next to her with a rather exhausted and tired yet apologetic look on her face. "Sorry..." For what she didn't say...she just was. And with that she closed her eyes once again so that somebody would make the dizziness go away.
Last edited by Lislchen; 03-16-2010 at 04:36 PM.
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