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120_minutenChallenge: Flüche / Verwünschungen
Fandom: Harry Potter
Charaktere: Charlie Weasley, Oliver Wood
Wörter: 312
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nachanca hat mich gebeten, ihr Charlie/Oliver zu schreiben und wenn sie mich um etwas bittet, tue ich das speziell wenn es etwas ist, das ich sowieso tun würde.
“What are you chuckling at?” Charlie’s face was abnormally pale and the muscles in his jaw were clenched as if he was forcing himself not to scream. His entire left arm was in an alarming state of disarray, disintegrating and reassembling itself continuously. It was not a sight that inspired laughter by any stretch of the imagination, but Oliver couldn’t help himself.
“Sorry. It’s just… I always knew we’d meet at St. Mungo’s one day, but I always figured you’d be down on the first floor and I’d be in for a curse.” Carefully, Oliver perched down on the side of the hospital bed as far away from Charlie’s barely contained arm as he could manage. “How are you doing?”
“Splendid.” Charlie’s blue eyes sparkled with something that might just have been humour. Or anguish or slowly emerging insanity. “What’s done you in?”
Oliver briefly glanced down at his own leg. “Occamy.”
“Fun.”
Charlie closed his eyes again, obviously in pain, and Oliver awkwardly patted his shoulder. “Shall I get a healer? There must be something they can do about the pain. Or do you need rest? I should leave, sorry, I just…” He trailed off, only continuing as Charlie raised an eyebrow without even looking at him. “Just wanted to check up on you, when I heard. Didn’t want to bother you.”
He got up from the bed, carefully straightening the sheets in an attempt to cover up how incredibly awkward that interaction had been. Of course, they hadn’t seen each other in years and just because Oliver used to have a crush on his team captain didn’t mean the redhead remembered him as more than an annoying kid.
“Wood”, it was barely more than a hoarse whisper, but it had Oliver stop dead in his hobbling track. “Tell me, how does Puddlemere’s star keeper run into an occamy?”
“Funny that you should ask...”
Fandom: Harry Potter
Charaktere: Charlie Weasley, Oliver Wood
Wörter: 312
A/N:
nachanca hat mich gebeten, ihr Charlie/Oliver zu schreiben und wenn sie mich um etwas bittet, tue ich das “What are you chuckling at?” Charlie’s face was abnormally pale and the muscles in his jaw were clenched as if he was forcing himself not to scream. His entire left arm was in an alarming state of disarray, disintegrating and reassembling itself continuously. It was not a sight that inspired laughter by any stretch of the imagination, but Oliver couldn’t help himself.
“Sorry. It’s just… I always knew we’d meet at St. Mungo’s one day, but I always figured you’d be down on the first floor and I’d be in for a curse.” Carefully, Oliver perched down on the side of the hospital bed as far away from Charlie’s barely contained arm as he could manage. “How are you doing?”
“Splendid.” Charlie’s blue eyes sparkled with something that might just have been humour. Or anguish or slowly emerging insanity. “What’s done you in?”
Oliver briefly glanced down at his own leg. “Occamy.”
“Fun.”
Charlie closed his eyes again, obviously in pain, and Oliver awkwardly patted his shoulder. “Shall I get a healer? There must be something they can do about the pain. Or do you need rest? I should leave, sorry, I just…” He trailed off, only continuing as Charlie raised an eyebrow without even looking at him. “Just wanted to check up on you, when I heard. Didn’t want to bother you.”
He got up from the bed, carefully straightening the sheets in an attempt to cover up how incredibly awkward that interaction had been. Of course, they hadn’t seen each other in years and just because Oliver used to have a crush on his team captain didn’t mean the redhead remembered him as more than an annoying kid.
“Wood”, it was barely more than a hoarse whisper, but it had Oliver stop dead in his hobbling track. “Tell me, how does Puddlemere’s star keeper run into an occamy?”
“Funny that you should ask...”
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Date: 2018-04-02 04:12 pm (UTC)Aber auch diesen kurzen Blick auf die beiden fand ich sehr schön. <3