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Post by Haine on Dec 1, 2009 15:51:41 GMT -5
There really was some dangerous stupidity around during Winter. We'll call it Gideon. Gideon thought it was a good idea to start a snowball fight, which, at first, was a great idea and no one could see a problem with it. That was, of course, before Gideon decided to challenge the Slytherins to a snowball fight. He did this with such grace and courtesy too, calling them all 'Turd-monkies'. By this time Phil and half of the others had decided to sit out and spectate. Because even if you were on his team, if you were playing something competitive with Gideon and a bunch of pissed off Slythies, it was quite common knowledge that you would end up dead.
Which is exactly why Phil was dragging one possibly delirious Gideon to the Hospital wing approximately twenty minutes later. Everyone else had pretty much chickened out, leaving the poor Prewett to fend for himself against five. Amazingly he'd managed to take out three of them before taking two many snowballs with little stones in them to the head. Everyone on the sidelines then took a vote as to his future. 30% voted to leave him there and make his own fate. Again. 70% voted that one person should go get Gideon and take him to the hospital wing, without getting killed themself. They then volunteered Phil.
Bravely Phil dodged the dangerous snowballs of doom, grabbed Gideon and dragged the heavy idiot to the hospital wing, somehow managing to survive the whole ordeal. Just as he was planning to go back to the common room to tell of his great adventure and near brush with death, Madam Pomphrey grabbed him.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked impatiently, steering him away from the doors.
"I'm fine, so I'm leaving."
"No you're not."
"Why?"
"Because you say that every time you're in here, Jacques, and there's always something wrong with you."
Dammit. Phil really was way too clumsy for his own good if the bloody nurse knew him this well.
With a sigh of defeat, Phil went and sat down on the edge of one of the beds, an escape plan forming in his head while Madam Pomphrey dealt with Gideon.
Obviously neither of them was going to get out of here anytime soon.
Bugger it.
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Tag;; Bunney!
Words;; 381!
Music;; Blueside, Rooney!
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Credit;; Me! =D
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Post by katelyn on Dec 1, 2009 17:27:48 GMT -5
*I'll watch the night turn light-blue [/size] But it's not the same without you~[/font]  [/center] Pour me a heavy dose of
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Three hundred and seventy four ceiling tiles. Ally had counted them nine times. Nine times. That was three thousand, three hundred and sixty six, she learned later, after calculating. The reason she was spending a wonderful, snowy Saturday inside counting the ceiling tiles of the hospital wing? Well, basically, Ally and a few friends had thought it’d be fun to play Quidditch in the snow. A bludger had come dangerously close to her head, and in her attempting to dodge it, she’d fallen off her broom. She hadn’t been flying very high at the time, and because of the snow, her landing didn’t hurt half as much as it normally would. She was completely fine. Yet from where her friends had been, it looked like the bludger had hit her on her head, and that was why she fell. It wasn’t, obviously, but her annoying friends had assumed that she had a concussion, and dragged – literally, dragged her to the hospital wing.
Madam Pomfrey was watching her like a hawk for two reasons – one, she seemed to assume that Ally might pass out any second and two, Ally had a history of sneaking out of the hospital wing. She’d been in here tons of times, wether because a spell went wrong or rebounded, she exploded a potion in her face or, her most popular reason, a Quidditch injury. Ally had tons of those. She’d used tons of methods to escape – whether just walking out when Pomfrey wasn’t looking, summoning her broom and flying out the window, or occasionally even knocking out one of the three hundred and seventy four ceiling tiles and climbing through the ceiling. That had been a fun time.
Long story short, she was stuck here.
Her eyes wandered from the ceiling when she saw Phil walk in with Gideon, who was pretty much unconscious. She heard Pomfrey tapping Phil too, and then he sat on the bed next to hers. Ally raised an eyebrow and started to point over at Gideon....but shook her head. She didn’t want to know.
Hey. Wait. The bed Phil sat on was next to hers. And Madam Pomfrey was fussing over the unconscious Gideon, who was two beds down from Gideon. But the main thing was that she was facing away from them. She sat up from her former position, propped up on two or three pillows, and stared at Phil, her eyes wide and happy. She pointed to Madam Pomfrey’s turned back, then to the door. “Wanna get out of here?” She mouthed to him. Ally certainly did. She’d been here for about an hour now.
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NOTES;; Rawr!?
WORDS;; 436. Beat you, Hainee (:
TAG;; Haine&Phil!?
CREDIT;; Caitlin_Express@CAUTION2.0
LYRICS;; Vanilla Twilight;; Owl City
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Post by Haine on Dec 2, 2009 15:56:16 GMT -5
In the time span of roughly five minutes, Phil had wondered if so many blows to the head could make Gideon smarter (Or -gasp- even more lacking in common sense), thought about whether or not the Slytherins would come after the two, and started to count the ceiling tiles.
He still sat on the edge of the bed, swinging his legs rythmically so that they drummed a steady beat on a bar. The boy was already bored out of his bloody mind and obviously it wasn't going to get any better. Hell- Madam Pomphrey would probably be so busy with Gideon that it would be absolutely ages before she'd finally make it over to him and in that hands-on-hips manner of hers, would proceed to say that Phil appeared to be fine and therefore should not be wasting time that could be spent on other patients.
It didn't get any nicer than that... I guess.
He turned to the other side of the bed, glancing to see who else was stuck in the chamber of horrors hospital wing. Phil couldn't help but smile when he say Ally on the bed next to him. He shook his head slowly and rolled his eyes as he indicated Gideon- there was no way that any of that could be explained at all without a single word. Then Ally asked the perfect question. 'You bet I do," Phil mouthed back, indicating for her to lead the way.
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