Queen

[In Hospital Wing]

“Eh, it’s no problem. It’s freezing out there anyway.”

#qttarevampevent4 #qttastart #this one's determined to help the team win even from hospital

aamitchell:

“To be honest, they’re doing better than they should be. I didn’t think they’d still be holding up, with Cygnus being out and everything.”

“It is? Oh my. I haven’t been out since practise with Cyg yesterday.”

“We are lions, kings of the jungle and all, of course we won’t give up! Besides, I promised Ais we’ll be meeting you guys at the finals and I cannot bail out on that, now can?”, she exclaimed with a laugh.

#c: alice

harrisontate:

Harrison was freezing by the time he’d walked to the Hospital Wing, which gave him very little hope about what the day’s game would bring. It wasn’t snowing yet, but given the team’s luck lately, it wouldn’t surprise him if there was half a foot on the ground before they even started playing. The epitome of that bad luck was Aurora. He knew it wouldn’t be the same, playing without her, but at least he could see her before the game. Besides, it was better than sitting in the common room and having everyone remind him to ‘do better this time’ in that snarky, passive-aggressive way they all seemed to have mastered.

“I brought snacks,” he announced, settling in to the chair by her bed with ease, the haul of sweets he’d brought falling on to the table beside him “I wasn’t sure if you’d be up to eating them, but I figured it was the thought that counts, and I was hungry. How you feeling?” The jokey tone was lost somewhat in the question, his concern evident.

Honestly, hospitals in one word should most definitely be: boh-ring, as far as Aurora was concerned, at least. In fact, there were dozens of things she’d much ratehr be doing than laying here and refreshing MAGICER for what she was fairly certain was the millionth time today, for example: lying in the Common room. At least there were people whom she could talk to and the foot traffic itself would be enough to soothe her nerves but Pomfrey wouldn’t hear of it no matter how many times Aurora had tried to fake she was being alright enough to be released. Oh well, could be worse: she was allowed visitors as this stomach thing turned out not to be contageous after all. However, who’d visit her on game day was an entirely different matter.

Just then, as if to answer her question, the door to her room opened to reveal a fellow Gryffindor. “Hey there.” She beamed at him, sounding almost better. Maybe the medication she’d been given was finally kicking in. “Oooh, thank you! You’re the best!”, she exclaimed, looking at the sweets that were now next to her. “I’m actually cleared for chocolate but in little amounts so the gift is in fact useful.” She tried to keep it light-hearted so that he would appear less concerned but it clearly wasn’t working out well judging by the look on his face. “I’m good. Turns out I’ll live”, she joked. “How’s game prep going? I’m so sorry for letting you all down, by the way.”

#p: harrison

[In Hospital Wing]

“Oh, hey! It’s so kind of you to drop by. How’s it going?”

Bad Black Forecast For A Sunny Day // Self-Para 2

It was good. For now they were in the lead, for now nothing was too bad, nothing was beyound repair. They could do this. Cyg and Lauren and Lox and everyone else that was now more “family” than “team” to her could definitely do this. Hufflepuff were not better than them, they could not lose again. If they lost again... Merlin, she’d crushed. But no, no, all was fine, they were not loosing, all was fine, she repeated to herself once more, perfectly oblivious of what the commentator was currently saying.

But suddenly a shout broke her out of her reverie. “Rokonski has fallen. Rokonski is down”. The words echoed through the empty, tiny hospital room. Suddenly, she registered them. How had Cyg fallen? He was not easy to get down. What had happened? What would her team do now? All those questions were making her head spin even faster than it already was. Why was this happening to them?!

Her phone slipped out of her grip and fell to the soft surface of the bed as she leaned back. Oh Merlin, please let ehr team pull trough!

#qttarevampevent4 #self para

Hospital Blues // Self-Para 1

Being alone was horrible, downright driving her up the wall. People dropped by to see her, of course, but now that it was game, she was left all alone all over again. Honestly, she had tried her absolute best to convince Pomfrey to let her go to the pitch but the woman wouldn’t budge: nudging, hinting, even a little bit of begging, none had worked so here she was cooped up in a hospital bed on the very day of the game, a game which they had to win. For Cyg, for Lauren, for Sage, for Harrison and Lox, for everyone on the team. Because the loss they had suffered from Ravenclaw was a joke, a play of luck but now she had to walk down the halls and pretend all was fine and honestly, it drove her insane.

For a moment there, she wished she could be blunt like Sage, to speak of her disapproval of it all but no, she had a reputation to uphold, she couldn’t be like that, it was Sage’s part to speak her mind, not Aurora’s. Unless it was Tom and... No! She would not think of him or the way he’d mock her now that they had won or how under other circumstances she would’ve been happy to see him down the halls and congratulate him on his victory. But now...

Thanks Merlin she could not walk through the castle now.

#qttarevampevent4 #self para

Too Much || Cygnus & Aurora

cygnusxrokonski:

“Just… breathe slow,” he said softly when she tried to speak at first, keeping his hand on her back and waiting for her cue to pick her up. He didn’t trust her getting up on her own, regardless of how lesser the pain had become, how normalized her voice was for the moment. She was trying to appear as though she wasn’t in the same amount of pain as before, trying to appear as though she didn’t need as much help as he was certain she needed, but he didn’t believe that for a second. Not even a little bit. And so he gave her an attempt at a small smile when she turned onto her back, crouching down and hooking an arm under her shoulders and knees each before picking her up.

“You’re still way too sick to be in air, aren’t you? Stubborn little lion,” he attempted to joke, brooms and quaffle alike forgotten on the pitch as he started out of the area, toward the castle. He wanted to pretend she wasn’t as bad off as she was, wanted to pretend she was in better shape and he wasn’t partially to blame for the current condition of one of his players. As long as she wasn’t even worse off than she’d been before, then he couldn’t be that angry at himself, could he? “I’m inclined to think you might have done this just to get a bridal carry, though. This is a rare gift, you know, beautiful.”

She nodded to his advice, trying to take a deep breath, which in turn made another sharp pang pass her body. Okay, so shallow breathing it was but she needed to calm down a bit. She was not alone, at least, Cyg was here and he’d help her get to Pomfrey and Merlin knew Pomfrey could fix everything really fast, no doubt. Not that Aurora was that sick to begin with, right? It was just the flying had amplified her symptoms was all. With a bit of luck, she’d be good for the game. It was possible too - stomach bugs were not particularly hard to cure. Yet at the back of her mind there was this small voice telling her she had never ever gotten one before and that her stomach was basically as strong as it got. But that voice was temporarily told to zip it.

“Like captain, like team”, she attempted to joke, rolling her eyes a little with a small smile. He was playing with hurt ribs again, probably, but he was not giving up so she felt kind of bad she couldn’t follow his example. It was really characteristic of her to give up but this time it was out of her control whether she could play or not, and honestly, she absolutely hated it and would be really upset about it had the pain in her stomach not occupied the good bit of her mind. “Oh? Thanks, my kind Sir. Though if you’re planning to pop the question, now’s not the time, you see.” Yes! She almost got that to sound joking as if everything was fine. Progress!

Too Much || Cygnus & Aurora

cygnusxrokonski:

He hadn’t yelled loudly enough, it appeared, and Aurora was still hurtling forward near full speed, making it harder for him to come alongside her. And then she was going down even faster, and hitting the ground hard as Cygnus could do nothing more than call out the fastest slowing spell he could manage and watch. It was barely enough to do much, even with how quickly he’d managed to call it; while Aurora still hit the ground near the middle of the pitch, he was fairly certain there weren’t any broken bones from the fall, as far as he could hazard a guess – but the way she was doubled over had him darting down after her, handing hard and continuing into a walk over to her side.

“Hey,” he said quietly as he made it to her, setting a hand on her back gently and leaning down to attempt and look at her face. Was it pain, or was it sickness doubling her over? Was it being pushed too hard, or just being too sick? He still couldn’t tell. “Let’s… let’s get you up to Pomfrey. Let me pick you up?” He was softer, quieter, than he had been all practice, than he was ever prone to be, worry thickening his voice and making him even more uncertain even as he tried to act as though this was nothing. This was just another expected injury, a hazard of being a player. Except, Cygnus knew, it was his fault entirely. “Whenever you think you can handle it.”

She was both in pain and sick at the same time, struggling not to panick. Giving herself away was out of the question by this point, especially after falling and tumbling to the middle of the pitch. It was okay, she’d be okay, it was just another injury, it happened, it would be fine, she kept chanting to herself under her breath, trying to stop her head from spinning. The adrenaline from flying was wearing off so the pain became gradually more accute but suddenly, it was lowered a bit, as if the edge had been taken off. It was still there and she didn’t dare think she couldn’t move but it was not as bad by a bit.

Then there was a hand on her back and lifted her eyes up to see who it was,forcing a pained smile upon seeing it was Cyg. He looked worried, or more worried than usual and for a moment she wondered why. Did she look bad? Or maybe it was because it was right before the game? Oh Merlin, this was horrible. “I...” For a moment she entertained the thought maybe she could get up but it soon became obvious it was out of the question - barely turning to look at Cyg was enough to send a jolt of pain right at her stomach. “O-okay. I think... I think i’m ready”, she said in a very exaggerated normal tone as she tried to turn to lie on her back, bitting back a wince at the slightest movement.

Too Much || Cygnus & Aurora

cygnusxrokonski:

She was going down. Cygnus could see it now that she was in the midst of her laps, she was definitely getting lower in the sky, losing her balance and looking sick, and he was fairly positive he was pushing her too hard now. He had misjudged, assuming she could handle more than she could, and now she was going down, continuing to push herself too hard just as he had pushed too hard already. What on earth had he been thinking? She’d been out of the air for days, and he should have known she still wasn’t up to par with what she would normally be. He hadn’t known, though, somehow. Somehow.

He was making judgment errors as a Captain now, and that was only going to hurt his team in the long run, wasn’t it? He was going to damage his team, and he could feel it. And Aurora, Aurora was the first one to fall victim to that, as she attempted to resume her laps and continue onward as though she hadn’t just faltered and lost altitude, as if she weren’t falling farther out of it the longer she tried to stay up. He should have seen – he should have seen, and he should have stopped her far earlier than now, he knew as well as she did. And so he turned on his broom, darting down toward her as he called out, “Rora, stop!” and hoped she would hear him.

She heard Cyg yell something at her but the gust of wind and the buzzing in her ears made a mess out of his words. Probably he was urging her to speed up, she thought, trying to focus past the spining of her head, past the sharp pain in her stomach, leaning onto the broom more in hopes that it would help soothe it, that the warmth in her body would help her refocus on her laps. The minute was almost up, she could tell, so all her remaining will had to be put to use for her to make those last two laps. It wasn’t much - she had done so much more, usually did so much more - but right now she felt like it was all slowly falling apart around her. And then came the turn for ehr fourth lap.

Maybe it was too steep, maybe she had miscalculated her speed but she barely managed not to run into the wall, losing control of the broom in the process. This time, the events were unfolding way too rapidly for her to be able to reign it back in check but she tried in vain to gain some altitude once again. Instead, the broom sped up to the ground, the handle of it digging into the grass and soil of the pitch for a few meters before the resistance became too much and Aurora was sent tumbling down almost to the middle of the pitch. There were no broken bones from what she could tell but suddenly the pain in her stomach grew to almost unberable, causing her to double over and clutch her middle.

#th: too much #p: cygnus

Too Much || Cygnus & Aurora

cygnusxrokonski:

Aurora, in Cygnus’s right mind, didn’t look like she should still be in the air. She looked like she should be on the ground already and trying to sleep off what was left of this stomach bug, regardless of how close their game was and how much work Cygnus couldn’t help but feel like they needed – all of them, himself included. Still, she was in air, she was upright on her broom, she was still moving about almost normally, and Cygnus wouldn’t down her until he thought he needed to or she asked him to. Admittedly, with the tape currently wound around his torso, protecting his ribs to a small degree, he had a skewed judgment of when someone needed to go down.

And so when he noticed the slight waver as she flew closer to him, he chalked it up to a momentary loss of balance. He pretended the pale of her face was just from nerves, he pretended the slight green tint was just the sky playing tricks on him. He could pretend a lot if he wanted to turn a blind eye, and with their game so close that he could taste it on the tip of his tongue already, he wanted to turn a blind eye to anything and everything that might mess up Gryffindor’s chances. Even if that was a highly questionable act, considering the moment. “Five laps or a minute, whichever comes first,” he called out to her as she zoomed off, nudging up his sleeve to eye his watch.

She nodded to his reply, not trusting herself to speak with the sudden pang of sharp pain in her stomach. Her voice could come off as not as confident as she would like it to be. She had trained so hard for that spot on the team, had grown to love Quidditch and above all, had developped a sort of loyalty to her team that would not permit her to bail out on them, pain or no pain. The replacement Keeper was not as good as her - it was a fact and a very unsettling one at that - so she had to keep flying in hopes that the pain would go away. Maybe it was because she hadn’t flown in a while, yeah, that could very well be it. Maybe it was just a matter of some adjustment to being in the air all over again after moving as little as possible for days.

Two laps now. Good. She might as well do five in a bit over a minute. No, no, it had to be under a minute, Cyg had said so, she remembered, leaning forward on her broom as she increased her speed. And then, out of the blue, she faultered again, this time quite more considerably than last time, lowering her tragectory by quite a bit but once again managed to raign herself in. But it did cost her a few precious seconds so she had to go even faster now. To the very thought, her head began spinning wilder in protest but she ignored it. She could do it. She had to do it. How else would she be able to fly an entire game if she couldn’t go at speed for a minute?

Too Much || Cygnus & Aurora

cygnusxrokonski:

He knew she wasn’t feeling well, and that he shouldn’t push her hard. Cygnus had known that before he’d even asked her out on pitch, before he’d tugged her out to practice extra before the game. He really should have known better, especially since he needed his full team for the scouts that were coming out that game. He was up against Darlington, after all, and if he wanted any shot of the scouts noticing him over Owain, he needed to be able to focus entirely on the Bludgers and the other Beater, worry about the health of his team be damned for the duration of just one game.

And yet… And yet, Cygnus didn’t know how to go easy, did he? He had no idea how to go easy in practices anymore, not when they were so close to the game and he was so close to proving himself again. He had to prove himself. Which meant the rest of his team did. Looking up at Aurora where she hovered in front of the hoops, at the end of their first hour of practice, he pursed his lips thoughtfully, waving her to come closer to him. “Another half hour of catch drills, or speed runs?” he questioned. He should have let her go inside – she wasn’t feeling well and he knew it – but he couldn’t help but think she could handle just a little bit more. For now, at least.

Losing tasted bitter. It wasn’t glamorous, it took a toll on your pride and it definitely wasn’t fun so Aurora was pretty much set on not letting it happen again. Last game she had done well but ‘well’ wasn’t good enough - they had still lost even if it wasn’t her fault at least. But this time, this time they had to be bloody mindblowing. Hufflepuff were a tad easier opponents but that didn’t mean they couldn’t give the lions a run for their money if luck so happened not to be in favor of red that day, because truth be told, she was fairly certain Ravenclaw had just gotten lucky last time but luck could win you a couple of games, it was skill that won you a trophy. And skill required practise.

This was why despite not feeling well the last few days she still agreed to go with Cyg to the field to practise. Her stomach was irksome, her head was spinning a tiny bit but she had pushed it back, hopped on the broom and flown for a good hour now and despite being exhausted, she was also too proud to admit defet. Cyg would probably let her off if she asked him but she wouldn’t, she couldn’t. Aurora was not a weak one, not one who gave up because of some headache and mild stomach bug. But truth be told, as she flew closer to Cyg, for a split second she felt as if she was right about to slip off the broom but managed to reign herself back in. Had he seen? Hopefully not. “Speed runs”, she answered, forcing on a smile and zooming off before he had a chance to respond. If only her stomach would stop throwing a fit for a second.