“I did think of that. I also did think of the painful fall that would follow after. What if I hit my head?” Oliver responded. “Concussion is a very serious problem, so is internal bleeding.”
Receiving his wand back gratefully, Oliver cast a few quick spells on himself to deal with the bruising, and any potential aches that would arrive the next morning. He grimaced when she ruffled his hair, however still allowing her to do so. Her next sentence then started a rolling snowball down a hill in his mind.
His eyes shifted around erratically, countless scenarios and calculations being done within his head, considering the ramifications and potential results of each ingredient used to counteract drying. “Perhaps this may work, it will probably take me the whole night. Maybe I can choose to skip classes tomorrow, make myself sick and sleep the morning off in the hospital wing. No. I’d be caught in a heartbeat, I’ve done that too many times. I can just sleep in class… Yes.”
Oliver then remembered he was in presence of company, one that may not approve of the laid out plan for the night. “How quickly will I be taken down if I attempted to oblivate you?” Oliver asked sheepishly. “Probably in an instant. Well… I shall not fight a battle I’d never ever be able to win. I will make my way back to my common room, and not act out my plan I stated just.”
“Ninja Smoke bomb technique!” Oliver suddenly exclaimed, digging into his robes and tossing a ball of grey liquid onto the floor with force. The ball bounced spectacularly onto the floor and up back to the ceiling, quickly being lost as it travel far beyond the corridor ahead.
Frozen in his position, looking like a pitcher after completing a throw, Oliver blinked at her.
“I swear that was supposed to create a dark fog which would allow me to escape.”
Sophie kicked herself mentally for getting Oliver’s brain running again. This was going against everything she wanted. He was a lovely friend, perhaps a bit eccentric at times, and she would loathe to toss him into detention or have his head of house write him up for being out of bed past curfew but with the way things were going she could see that drastic measures had to be taken. And fast.
“Oliver—” she began but was cut off by his sudden question. She could do nothing but look at him in astonishment that he’d even consider obliviating—again, against the rules—her, a friend and a Prefect to boot. What in Merlin’s saggy tits had gotten into him? He was like a possessed man obsessed with perfecting his latest setback into something grand and exciting. Sophie couldn’t fault him for wanting to improve his craft (especially considering his lineage) but doing it right this instant? Man, she just wanted to sleep.
His exclamation startled her, her wand appearing in her hand in a flash as he lobbed a thing—probably a different accident from one of his many experiments—onto the floor in front of her. What happened afterwards was rather anticlimactic as her blue eyes watched the ball bounce away from them echoing down the hall. Fixing her gaze back at the now frozen Hufflepuff she gave him the best stony look she could muster.
“Did you threaten to obliviate me?” she asked sweetly, stepping closer to Oliver like a cat just about to pounce on a mouse. “Because if you did then I’d be forced to immobilise you and float you down the stairs to your dorm. And we wouldn’t want that... right?” Sophie gave him her most charming smile as she twirled her wand between her fingers as if she hadn’t a care in the world, but she trusted him to know better.
“Now. Let’s try this again shall we? Oliver, my dear, how about you go to bed now? It’s quite late already and we have classes tomorrow.”
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