RP: Why couldn't this be more like Quidditch?
Date: 26th March 2006 Characters: Oliver Wood Location: Hogwarts Lab Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Warnings: Probably language Summary: Oliver ponders.
The past week had been tiresome. Just as tiresome as the week before when he was sick. And by all accounts, he probably should've spent more time recovering, but Oliver Wood and rest mix as well as water and oil.
The first five days had been spent analyzing his own blood, trying to figure out what the new antibodies were, and how possibly to replicate them. He had been wise enough to store some of his illness-tainted blood for use later. But, he had gone through all of the blood he had stored. Now he had to rely on others to provide the means he needed for his research.
He sighed, looking around the lab. It's appearance had changed in the past week. Wood had decided it would be best if he spent as much time in the lab as possible rather than risking traveling between the school and his flat.
The work stools had been transfigured into brooms, which magically stayed aloft. Oliver found them much more comfortable and a more natural fit than the stools. Since he was practically living in the lab, being comfortable was a huge plus.
In the corner, there was a small partition, where he had conjured a bed. It wasn't as comfortable as his bed at home, but it did the trick.
But, perhaps the nicest touch, was the portion of the wall he had transfigured into a fake window. During the day, fake sunlight shined through and at night fake moonlight. At times, Oliver would flick his wand and a small breeze would blow through the room. It certainly brought color to the rather dank room.
He rested his elbow on the window sill, staring out into the fake sky. He had a feeling things were going to get worse before they got better.