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dh_oliver ([info]dh_oliver) wrote in [info]darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-01-28 14:57:00

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Entry tags:complete, january 2008, oliver wood, penelope clearwater

RP: Flying the Coop
Date and Time: January 28, 2008 - afternoon
Characters: Penelope Clearwater, Oliver Wood
Location: Puddlemere United Clubhouse
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, possibly
Summary: Oliver gets into trouble for working too much
Completion: Complete

The day had been long. Oliver Wood wasn't allowed at either Friday's game or Sunday's game against the Cannons. The healers rightfully thought he wouldn't be able to keep himself calm. He had gotten to the clubhouse early in the morning and had spent all day going over the game memories in the archives.

He walked out, flexing his shoulder muscles, and sighing heavily. He was tired, but he felt alive for the first time in days.

"Sellmont," he yelled down the hall, "Get your arse in gear. We've got an offense planning meeting now!"

Wood grabbed a pad of parchment from his desk and headed for the conference room, taking his usual place at the front of the table.

"Alright, listen up."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-28 11:49 pm UTC (link)
She had put a sign on the clinic's door saying the clinic would be closed for the afternoon. Penelope had been busy but not too busy to check up on her best mate.

Since Oliver had been discharged from St. Mungo's, Penelope had been very attentive to making sure he didn't over exert himself. It was a task within itself, as Oliver was twitchy and irritable. She could empathize though, and she did as much as she could without getting too much in his hair.

However, when she arrived at his flat to find Oliver gone and not resting as he should have - Healer's orders - Penelope's eyes narrowed. She thought of one thing, and one thing only.

Going to Oliver's closet she checked for essential Quidditch equipment - which wasn't there.

"Bloody fucking man!"

Hercules hooted in annoyance to the outburst, but Penelope ignored the creature. Right now she had another matter to take care of.

Apparating to the Puddlemere United Clubhouse, Penelope confronted the guard at the clubhouse's entrance.

"Has Oliver Wood arrived at the clubhouse today?"

"What are you, a reporter," the guard asked harshly.

"No, I'm his bloody keeper and you just answered my question. He's been given strict Healer's orders and you'd better pray he's not flying today because he's been grounded for at least a month," Penelope told the guard in her best no-nonsense Healer voice. "I want to speak with the Manager."

"Wait here," the guard said, sighing at the annoying witch. Moments later, after notifying his boss, Penelope was escorted into the Clubhouse.

It didn't take her long to speak with the team's manager until Penelope was brought, curly hair flying behind her, to a conference room. When she walked into the door, she saw Oliver standing at the head of the table, parchment in hand and his colour looking the shade of cold oatmeal.

Penelope glared.

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 12:57 am UTC (link)
"Now, Sellmont, you're leaving the left flank open," Oliver pointed to a diagram on the wall, "you have to close that. And you need to help." He pointed a finger at the grumbling beaters who were still getting an unfair share of the blame.

"Let's turn our attention to this new play...," Wood said as the door opened.

"PD!" He yelled. "Merlin's beard man. You're la-" He stopped mid-sentence as he saw who walked in behind Philbert Deverill. He motioned for the others to start to leave the room.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-29 01:09 am UTC (link)
She stood, arms crossed and leaning against the wall next to the door as Puddlemere United team members shuffled out the door. Penelope caught the eye of several curious members but she paid no particular attention to any - save but one.

When the room finally cleared and Penelope, Oliver and "PD" were left alone, Penelope gave "PD" a sweet smile - then shut the door firmly in his face.

She didn't hesitate in walking up to Oliver and pushing her pointed finger directly into the middle of his chest.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing here?"

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 01:59 am UTC (link)
Oliver bit his lip while his team filed out of the conference room. He tried to suppress the urge to grin.

He arched an eyebrow as Penelope closed the door. "What's up, one-cent?"

Wood glanced down at the finger on his chest. "If you wanted to touch me, you didn't have to kick everyone out."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-29 02:20 am UTC (link)
"Don't you smirk at me," Penelope warned, seeing the amusement across Oliver's face. He knew better - she was sure of it. Right now she could see the strain his being up and around was putting on his body - the pasty complexion and the way he squinted.

"What's up is probably your blood pressure, for starters. Oliver, you promised you would follow your Healer's orders," she sighed.

Penelope snorted and rolled her eyes. "I kicked everyone out so they didn't have to see me telling you off, that's why. Now you're coming with me and you're going home to rest."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 03:06 am UTC (link)
Oliver gulped as Penelope warned him, his thoughts suddenly flying to when she hexed him all those years ago. Surely she wouldn't hex the injured.

"I am taking it easy!" He said tersely. Throwing his arms open in a 'what the fuck' manner. "I'm not practicing or flying. But I can't sit at home all day and all night doing nothing! THAT raises my blood pressure!"

He sat down, opening up the parchment to a new page. "I'll be going home once I'm done here."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-29 03:44 pm UTC (link)
Penelope sat down, but just after she plucked the parchment neatly out of Oliver's hands. Putting a hand on his shoulder, she began to speak calmly.

"Oliver, don't think I can't understand how frustrating this is for you. You're a very active person and sitting still has never been one of your strong points. Merlin, you're busier than a bee in a bonnett half the time," she told him, squeezing his shoulder gently.

"But you have to allow yourself time to heal or you're going to not be able to do any of this. Even Mr. Deverill agrees with me on this one. The temptation to practice or fly is too great when you're around here and he can't see why you can't trust the rest of them to do their jobs."

Penelope took Oliver's wrist and placed her index and middle finger at the base of his thumb, then timed his resting heart rate with the clock on the wall. "You look like death warmed over and I know for a fact you're still experiencing migraines, which is common when you've had a head injury."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 04:14 pm UTC (link)
Oliver was pretending to read a page when a hand swooped in and took the pages from his hands. "Excuse me, but I was reading that."

"I trust them to do their jobs," he said coolly. "I don't trust them to do mine! Which doesn't include only practicing and flying. It includes analyzing, strategizing, and being around my team. I can't lead them if I'm not here."

Wood wrested his arm from Penelope's grip. "I feel fine. My head doesn't hurt. And I'm not tired." He tried to suppress a yawn, but failed miserably.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-29 06:22 pm UTC (link)
"Well now you aren't," Penelope replied matter of factly, tucking the parchment out of his reach.

She sighed with exasperation. "Bloody hell, Oliver. Don't you think both Sellmont and Becker have been doing that? They've been running over every play, every game since your injury and doing a damn good job of it. That's what they do in this situation - they're supposed to assist you and this is a piss poor way of expressing your gratitude for it. If this were one of your players in your situation, you'd make damn sure they didn't come near this place unless granted permission from their Healer. You are not above that either," Penelope fumed, slamming her hand down on the table to make her point.

When Oliver wrenched his wrist away from her, then tried to convince Penelope that he wasn't in the least bit tired, she snorted with disbelief as his jaw gaped open from yawning.
"You stubborn ass," she said, shaking her head. "Fine, if you don't want to come home quietly then we'll do it my way."

Penelope quickly grabbed Oliver by the ear and stood up, tugging the pink flesh with her.

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 06:51 pm UTC (link)
"Apparently," he bit his lip, refraining from the expletive retort he wanted to make.

"Exactly!" He yelled as he rose from the chair. "Assist me! Not do it for me. Expecting them to do it all would be ungrateful." Wood took a cautionary step back as she slammed her hand on the table. Calm down.

"OW!" Oliver tried to tear himself away as Penelope dragged him away by the ear. "Merlin's beard, let me go!"

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-29 07:08 pm UTC (link)
"They don't expect that, Oliver! For gods sake try talking to them instead of at them and maybe you'd realize that!," Penelope yelled back, seeing how he backed off when she showed physical force. Her palm stung from the blow, but she refused to shake it off.

Ignoring his pleas, Penelope continued to walk towards the door until a thought came into her head. Why Oliver was so insistent on being here. Why he demanded a meeting to discuss strategy and all that other Qudditch bosh.

She didn't lessen her grip on his ear, but she stopped tugging. Instead she drew herself full up to her height which allowed her to look Oliver directly in the eyes, and barely a hand's span away from him.

"You're afraid. That's what this is," Penelope stated. "You're afraid they don't need you."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 07:19 pm UTC (link)
"I don't care what they expect," he retorted. "I care about doing my job."

Wood arched an eyebrow as she drew up to his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"That's bollocks!" Oliver shook his head vigorously. "I'm worried about losing what I have! There's an old Quidditch saying, Use it or Lose it. And I haven't come this far to lose my Quidditch prowess because my damn beaters couldn't do their fucking jobs!" He yelled the last part toward the locker room.

His head suddenly started to swell with pain, but he resisted the urge to grab it.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-29 07:47 pm UTC (link)
"If you care so bloody damn much about your job, you'd do it by getting well first you silly stubborn prat!" Penelope felt her own blood pressure starting to rise. She wasn't sure how much more of his childishness she could take. Then, that was always the case between her and Oliver - arguing like a pair of siblings.

"Is it? Tell me I'm wrong then," she hissed, challenging Oliver to prove himself. "If it's utter bollocks, then show me. Leave here now and let your team continue doing what they have been. The truth is that they won that game when you were injured and that pisses you off, doesn't it? They should have lost by all rights because the great Oliver Wood wasn't there to guide them like the bunch of blind mice you think they are, isn't it?"

Penelope could tell she was hitting a nerve by the rise of colour up Oliver's neck. "You're so fucking worried about losing your place on the team that you've forgotten you could lose your bloody life if you don't watch your health."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-29 08:24 pm UTC (link)
"Except I can do my job and get well at the same time!"

"Show you? Show you?" He laughed mockingly. "Penelope, no one's ever been able to convince you of anything. Because you are more bullheaded and stubborn than I am! And of course they should've lost. They should've lost because they couldn't put the quaffle through the hoops! They only won because Kline did her job and caught the Snitch at an opportune time!'

The yelling had been the straw that broke the camel's back. He cupped his head with one hand and used the other to stabilize himself by grabbing Penelope's shoulder. "Help me," he whispered.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-30 02:43 am UTC (link)
Penelope began to open her mouth to retaliate to Oliver's verbal attack, but quicker than she could blink his face drained of all colour - and he was falling towards her.

"Oliver!"

Grabbing him under both arms, Penelope steadied him long enough so she could accio a nearby chair with her wand.

"It's alright, I've got you," she told him tersely between her teeth as she helped Oliver to sit down. He had broken out into a cold sweat and was clutching his head with one hand.

"Deep breaths, Oliver. That's it," she encouraged, then took out her wand and shone a light into his eyes.

"Do you feel nauseous, like you're going to be sick? Do any of your limbs feel numb. Make a fist for me," Penelope ordered, checking to make sure he wasn't beginning to suffer a stroke.

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-30 02:52 am UTC (link)
Everything was swimming before his eyes, he felt light-headed. All he could hear was Penelope's voice telling him to take deep breaths, so that's what he did. Their argument vanished from his mind as he focused on trying to see.

"No, no, my stomach feels empty," Wood balled his left into a fist, his right was busy rubbing his temples. "My limbs feel fine, legs are a little weak."

"Pen, I haven't eaten since breakfast," he confessed.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-30 03:17 am UTC (link)
She sighed heavily, pushing back her hair and looked down at Oliver when he admitted he hadn't eaten. Instead of chastising him, however, she went to the table where there was a pitcher of water and glasses, then poured him out a glass.

"I want you to drink this and just relax and do not move from that chair, do you understand? I'll be right back."

Penelope went out into the hallway, not surprised to find his teammates and Mr. Deverill still there.

"It got quiet there all of a sudden, Ms. Clearwater. What in blazes is going on?" the manager demanded of her.

"Oliver's going home is what's going on. We've reached a compromise. Here are his notes which he wants Sellmont and Becker to go over with the rest of the team and he is to receive full detailed reports of any further meetings. There is also a practice schedule which is to be adhered to, and he wants full progress reports particularly for the team's Chasers," she told them all, and handed over Oliver's notes to Mr. Deverill.

"In the meantime he's to stay away from the clubhouse for the next couple of weeks until he gets full clearance from his Healers, which he is to provide to you before beginning any meetings or practice," Penelope ended.

"Bloody hell, I've never heard anyone speak to Wood that way. Good on you," a young woman who was wearing Puddlemere's uniform told Penelope.

Penelope smiled. "I can get away with it only for so much - don't kid yourself," she advised the witch.

Returning back into the room, Penelope checked Oliver's pulse. "How are you feeling? Do you need me to take you to St. Mungo's?"

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-30 03:44 am UTC (link)
Oliver finished the glass while Penelope was outside. He couldn't hear what she was saying, his ears were still ringing.

"Better," he said, slowly standing up, grateful that he didn't fall again. Any other day he would've insisted on staying to do more work, but two things told him it wasn't wise: the presence of Penelope Clearwater and the way his body felt. "And no. I've seen enough of that place. I just need some food and a nap. If you can help me home, there's a fire the next room over that's hooked up to the Floo Network."

He held up a finger. "Let me walk out there without leaning on you, please." He didn't want the team to see him needing someone's help to get around.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-30 03:55 am UTC (link)
"Alright. If you think you're well enough to just go home, I'll take you," Penelope acquiesced, steadying Oliver with a hand as he stood. She committed herself to staying over night there whether he wanted her there or not. Oliver had pushed himself too hard, and she wanted to make sure for the next twenty-four hours he wasn't going to be in any medical emergency.

Letting Oliver stand without any further help, Penelope nodded at his request, but had to say something further.

"Oliver, I know how important it is for you to show that you're fully on the mend. That's why it's important you don't push yourself too hard. What if this happened while you were in the middle of the meeting and one of your teammates got out of line and you lost your temper?" she reasoned softly. "It didn't happen, but it could have. I just want you to think about that, yeah?"

Penelope let Oliver leave out the door first when he was ready, and as soon as he showed his face the team members all started giving him words of encouragement.

"Alright then, Oliver? We'll let you know how everything goes, mate. Sellmont's got our arses in a sling every day, don't you worry," said one, clapping Oliver on the back.

Sellmont was quick to point out that she wasn't going to touch any one of their arses if she didn't have to.

Amidst laughter and good cheer, Penelope walked behind Oliver - until they reached the room where the fireplace was. In moments, following Oliver after he floo'd home, Penelope stepped through his own fireplace, hearing Hercules' anxious hoots.

"Yes, yes he's fine you bloody bird. I'll feed you in a moment," she told the owl, brushing off the soot from her robes and took Oliver's arm.

"You, on the other hand - bed. Now."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-30 04:11 am UTC (link)
Oliver listened as Penelope scolded him. "Yeah, okay, yeah," he acquiesced, thinking she just might be right, but not wanting to fight about it.

He opened the door and walked out, using all his strength to walk at a normal pace. "Keep up the good work, gang."

Wood stopped, bending down to whisper into Sellmont's ear so only she could hear. "I'm glad to hear that mine is the only arse you actually like to touch."

He stepped into the next room and floo'd home, before he could make a bee line for the fridge, Penelope had him by the arm.

"Oh, please," Oliver said with a finger pointing back at Hercules. "He wasn't hooting out of worry for my well-being. He was hooting his disapproval that he couldn't have another owl party tonight."

"Now?" He asked questioningly as he headed for his bedroom. "Does that mean you'll be bringing me food in bed again? I also assume you'll be staying the night. Take your pick of either guest bedroom. I like the first on the right better - comfier bed."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-01-31 06:52 pm UTC (link)
"You're delirious, Oliver," Penelope sighed in amusement as her friend accused his owl of holding parties and so on. "Besides, I've seen no other indication of any owl parties when you were in the hospital. The only feathers and droppings have been his own."

She ushered the grumbling and weak Keeper into his bedroom, waiting as he sat on the bed. "Yes I'll bring you food and you are correct. I'll be staying to monitor your condition," Penelope told Oliver, rolling her eyes and picking up a few stray pieces of clothing that had been left of the floor and shoved them into a hamper.

"I'll take the first one if that's the case. You know, you should consider yourself lucky. Some blokes would give their left testicle to have such an attentive nurse," she smirked, crossing her arms. "So what do you want to eat?"

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-01-31 07:12 pm UTC (link)
"You'd be surprised, Pen," he said making his way to the bedroom. "That owl can be quite devious. He probably cleaned up after them and hid the evidence."

Wood sat down on the bed, taking off his trainers. "There should be some corned beef and cabbage in a container in the fridge. Don't worry about heating it up. It's great cold and I don't think my stomach can last much longer without food."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-01 06:33 pm UTC (link)
"I hate to break it to you, Oliver. Unless Hercules was an animagus - which he isn't, because I checked - his intelligence isn't that... methodical," Penelope smirked.

"Corned beef and cabbage. Right. Be right back," she told him, leaving Oliver to undress and make himself comfortable while she strolled into the kitchen. Penelope had been jealous of Oliver's kitchen from the moment she saw it a month ago. It was a chef's dream - which caused her to further conclude that Oliver had more talent in him other than Quidditch.

Finding the items of requested food, Penelope whipped up a lunch for both her and Oliver, together with some fruit and yogurt and two bottles of San Pelligrino with lime.

"Are you decent?" Penelope called out as she walked with the tray in her hand.

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-02-03 05:54 pm UTC (link)
"Whatever," he groaned. "You don't know that owl like I do. He has it out for me. I'm surprised I didn't come home from Mungo's to find the place decked out in Harpy memorabilia."

Oliver took the time to get into some pajamas and remove the glamours from his face and hair. He hated the feeling of his face after he slept with glamours on.

"Am I decent?" Wood crowed. "I'm always decent, one-cent!"

He took a plate of food from her and sat on the bed cross-legged. "Mmm, now this is the good stuff. Cheers."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-03 06:02 pm UTC (link)
"No, I took all of that down," Penelope quipped, rolling her eyes. "He was insistent on letting the soiled Puddlemere banner remain on your bed, but I convinced him otherwise," she finished sarcastically.

Penelope smirked as Oliver called out. "That is a matter of opinion, Oliver," she retorted, walking into the bedroom. Penelope noted he had done away with the ridiculous glamour charms, and it was more apparent how tired he really was.

"After you eat you're taking some of this pain potion and resting," she ordered, passing him his plate and sitting cross legged on the bed to have her own little lunch.

"Cheers," Penelope countered and pulled out her wand. She didn't like cold corned beef and cabbage so she warmed hers up before taking a bite. "If you rest well enough you should be able to go to Ginny and Luna's party on Saturday. Maybe even have a few drinks."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-02-03 06:23 pm UTC (link)
Wood laughed. "Alright, alright, thanks for being so persuasive."

"No, it's a matter of fact. Look up decent in the dictionary and you'll find my picture."

He resisted the effort to roll his eyes. He hated taking pain potions, especially since this one was undoubtedly laced with a sleeping agent.

Wood bit his lip as Penelope rattled off about what he could and couldn't do with his life. But he wasn't about to ruin a perfectly good meal with a fight. "Then rest it is."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-05 02:46 am UTC (link)
"If any dictionary puts a picture of you in it, I don't think I could consider it to be a reliable source. And no, Quidditch God is not an actual term either," Penelope said wryly, chewing on her food.

"I'm glad you're finally seeing to reason. Yeah, I know you're probably thinking I'm an overbearing, nattering, bollock-busting witch and you're probably right, but at least you'll be well enough to get back in the game if you follow Healer's orders," she said, then sighed as she took a sip of her water.

A long length of silence crept in between the two friends as they ate. Penelope pushed a bit of cabbage on her plate before speaking again.

"I'm sorry if I interfere too much," she said softly.

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-02-05 03:14 am UTC (link)
Wood wrinkled up his nose and forehead in a pouting manner. "Way to dash a man's dream, one-cent."

He took several bites in quick, successive fashion so he didn't have to respond immediately.

"Yeah," Oliver said finishing his bites, before taking a sip of water. "I'm sorry if I'm too ornery at times. You're the closest thing I've ever had to a big sister, Penelope. And I've always needed one of those. At least, that's what mum always said."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-05 03:37 am UTC (link)
"Aw, sorry Ollie. Careful your face may freeze in that expression," Penelope teased. Oliver's colour was already beginning to look better as he relaxed and ate.

She gave him a grateful smile, glad that he understood her. Oliver was one of the rare few who actually did. "Well I wouldn't put up with you if I didn't care about you, yeah?" Penelope flushed happily when he called her close to a sibling - which made her feel important.

"If that's the case, you're the closest thing I've ever had to a brother. Without the hair pulling and biting, that is," Penelope laughed softly.

She cocked her head, looking at Oliver. "I'm sorry I never met your mum. You know for a while now...I've always wondered what your folks must have been like."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-02-05 05:11 am UTC (link)
Oliver sat his plate down on the night stand and picked up the vial of pain potion, rolling it back and forth between his fingers.

"Hair pulling and biting... That might be better than some of the bickering and arguing we've done," he gave her a wink and soft smile.

Wood took the stopper off and smelled it, before shaking his head in distaste. "No matter what they do to these things, they always taste bad to me." He replaced the stopper, waiting to take it until their conversation was over.

"They were the greatest," he said with longing. "One day I'll take you down Pensieve Lane and you can see for yourself."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-05 09:40 pm UTC (link)
With a raised eyebrow, Penelope smirked back at Oliver's saucy remark. "That all depends in the context you're insinuating," she retorted back. "Though I'm sure I could probably imagine."

Penelope gave him a sympathetic grin as Oliver unstoppered the phial of pain potion. "I know. It's not exactly pumpkin juice...though come to think of it, I'd rather drink that stuff than pumpkin juice. Never did get the taste for that orange muck," she admitted. She pushed a piece of fruit in his direction. "Take a bite right after a swig and that usually helps."

Putting her chin in her hand, Penelope listened with a soft smile. "I'd like that actually. I'd like to see how you saw them."

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-02-05 10:02 pm UTC (link)
"You know me," Wood chuckled, "- me and my dirty mind."

"Yeah, you'd think that between being able to put a stopper on death and morphing into someone else, we could make decent tasting pain potions," he rolled his eyes.

"Well, we'll have to plan some time to do so. And find a pensieve. We could use one of the ones at the clubhouse, if need be."

He paused, then quickly added. "Once I get better, I mean."

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-05 10:58 pm UTC (link)
"All too well, actually," Penelope quipped, the corners of her mouth still upturned from amusement.

She then snorted as Oliver quoted Professor Severus Snape. "Stopper death, hm? Don't tell me you actually paid attention during Snapes' class?" she teased. "Oh stop your griping and get it over with. You'd swear it was acid the way you're going on."

Penelope smiled then shook her head at Oliver's addendum to his statement. "Well at the rate you're healing we could probably set that up for next week at some point. You already look much better since we returned. How are you feeling?"

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[info]dh_oliver
2008-02-05 11:01 pm UTC (link)
"Me? Pay attention in Snape's class?" He shuddered. "No. I just thought I read that somewhere."

"Fine, fine," Wood groaned as he uncorked the vial again and drank it in a gulp, wincing as it flowed down his throat, then shaking his head. "That stuff is repulsive." He bit into the fruit.

"Ready for bed," he yawned.

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[info]dh_penelope
2008-02-05 11:43 pm UTC (link)
"Maybe if you did you'd be able to brew that stuff yourself - and with a better taste," Penelope told Oliver with a grin.

As he downed his dose of the potion, Penelope stood up to clean away the remnants of their meal. She patted him softly on his head. "Good lad," she teased.

It was obvious he was getting tired and wanted to rest, so Penelope made sure the curtains were drawn before leaving. "If you need anything, just holler," she told Oliver before shutting his door.

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