InsaneJournal

Current mood:

sore

Who: Oliver and Charlotte
Where: Quality Quidditch Supplies
When: Evening
Why: Why not?
Rating:



Quidditch practice had been rough, but for the first half it wasn't terrible. It wasn't till after they broke to rest and got back into it that things went horribly awry. The Puddlemere United team was moving quickly and all of them were flying at their usual rate when a Bludger moved out of control and cracked Oliver in the right side of his ribs. He plummeted towards the solid earth before one of his mates picked him up off the ground.

Oliver was forced to sit out the rest of his practice and was even told that if he didn't buck up he would have to sit out the next game which he wanted no part of. The last thing Oliver needed was for someone on the reserves to show him up and he would be out on his arse again. It was just too much for him to think about or deal with. So wrapping his ribs tightly with some white cotton bandage, Oliver went out to do his usual after practice routine.

Wandering out front of the Quality Quidditch Supplies shop, Oliver peered about the items in the window. So many brilliant new brooms would be coming into circulation soon and Oliver loved the idea of trying them all out. Finally able to peel his eyes from the latest goods, Oliver walked into the shop looking through the different set of robes and equipment before bumping into someone and wincing holding onto his side in extreme pain. Maybe he needed to be off his feet he didn't know all he could think about was the pain. Trying to remain polite he attempted to apologize to whoever it was he bumped into.