bludhavensbluebird:

     This had to be as bad as it got, stuck in a hospital bed in here while the game he should be playing was out there. Of course, he’d gotten cocky thinking he could take on Donna and he learned the hard way that she was merciless, best friends or not. Actually the exact moment he learned was when she knocked him off his broom and he hit the ground hard, breaking a few bones in the process and of course he’s still insisting he’s ‘fine’ enough to play. The nurse on the other hand isn’t hearing it, forcing him to down yet another bitter potion that makes his face twist in disgust. As she leaves he slumps back in the bed, pouting like a schoolchild and pondering the chances of escape. That’s all out the window when the last person he expected to see strolls in, the very girl who bolted and let him hanging at Yule Ball. Sitting up and wincing at the pain (but he’d vehemently deny it if asked), he flashes her a cheeky smile, one that breaks at the bust in his lip. ❛Whaddaya know, they really do know what to give you to make you feel better. I did it, you know. Said sorry to the girl. Her name’s Rahne and if Donna hadn’t landed me in this bed she sure as hell would have.❜ It slips out really, it’s the one thing he’s wanted to tell her since she left him and as usual, she was impossible to find. But he had to let her know he held up his promise, especially since she didn’t expect him to. Rahne punching him just might have been worth it for this. ❛And what’re you doing here of all places, Cinderella? I thought you hated Quidditch.❜

     The look on her face was not one of recognition; skirting around the explanation of his good deeds wide eyes found themselves squarely on the cut on his lip that’s he’d busted open. Or rather she had busted open with her mere presence. Despite her fixation on this small detail in what he’d otherwise consider a happy reunion the second he made a cheeky joke about her being ‘just what he needed to feel better’ a glare was shot his way coupled with a pout. “Right.” One word said but it was heavy with venom, finding reasons to be upset was relief in the least from her want to clean him up (perhaps the nurse had been right to station her there). “You have a little something…” It was said tentatively but nothing about the actions that followed were bashful. She stood rather suddenly pushing back her chair and shimming off her robe all in one grand gesture so she might go through the numerous pockets she’d sewn into inside. It took her a minute to sort through them and find what it was she was looking for but when she did it was a handkerchief with a sloppy ‘KP’ embroidered into the bottom.  Her approach was careful and she eyed him suspiciously as she edged closer, half suspected he’d reach out and grab her, but gently would she press the fabric to his busted lip. “Slow down will you? I know a Rahne and if it’s the same one you blew that potion up on the wrong girl. What happened?” There was a pause, barely a second left to silence before she felt the need to defend herself. “I wasn’t watching your game by the way. I saw them take you in though. I came to check because…urm…the notes. And your promise. You owe me big time buster.”

Mar 5 15:23 ( ♥ 18 )