thekept (thekept) wrote in afic, @ 2011-03-29 22:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: angelina johnson, character: oliver wood, player: steff, x player: veetee |
Who: Oliver and Angelina
Where: Their flat
What: After the skirmish. Oliver doesn't want to go to Mungo's. Or home.
When: Backdated to the 28th
Rating: Moderate?
Oliver still had little idea what had happened. It was kind of like some explosion had gone off; everything had seemed fine one moment. The next, it was utter chaos. Oliver certainly hadn't meant to get involved. What he wanted and intended seemed to count for so little now a days. He had caught sight of Marcus at one point, and had been incredibly never to get to close to his cousin. He was somewhat certain that Marc would take any opportunity he got to throw in a dirty shot.
In any case, he had managed to get out of Diagon Alley once the crowd had started to thin. However, he wasn't entirely unscathed. He had actually been hit at some point and had a nasty bruise that was starting to swell on the right side of his face. That he could have deal with on his own. Unfortunately, he had also gotten hexed. The right side of his torso was burning. It felt as if it was starting to climb across skin, making everything raw and uncomfortable. Wearing a shirt felt like hell at the moment.
He had no intention of going back to Mungo's though. Everything had been utter insanity the last time he'd wound up there. Everyone had known and he was certain it had largely contributed to the fact that he was later branded as an ST. No. Better to just stay low, he though. But he couldn't stomach the idea of going home to Jonathan after he had spent the entire evening lecturing him via journal on how he was going to get injured and die on account of Quidditch and his political proclivities.
So, instead of going home, he apparated to Angelina's. Praying she was home, Oliver knocked on the door.