Quidditch Supplies
a Harry Potter story
by midnight_angel_girl
Oliver Wood walked into the back of the Quidditch storage room looking for the box of spare robes he had stored back there. He was coming down with a cold and had overslept that morning, totally forgetting his Quidditch robes. He rubbed his nose with the back of his hand as he heard someone come in. Turning around, he saw Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain. Ignoring him, he resumed his search until he heard the door bang shut.
"Bloody Hell." he heard Flint curse. "Got your wand, Wood?'
"No, why?"
"Door closed and the knob came off."
"Hehchushoo. What do you mean the knob came off?" He pulled a tissue from the pile he had stuffed in his robes; in fact, he had taken almost half a box with him this morning; and blew his nose.
"I mean when I went to open it, the door knob fell off in my hand." Flint retorted, turning from Oliver and rubbing his nose. "And I don't have my wand."
"So we're stuck in here." Oliver stated. "Great, just great. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are scrimmaging, so it could be an hour before anyone comes to let us out." He blew his nose again and sighed.
"Allergic to all this dust?" Flint sneered.
"No. I have a cold." Oliver snapped, sliding down onto the floor, not noticing the amount of dust he sent flying up.
"Do you mind?"
"Problem?" Oliver's tone matched Flint's in attitude.
"Yes. I'm allehh...ehchoo...allergic to dust. Ehchuhh." Flint sniffled.
"Well, there's nothing I can do about that, so I suggest you sit and wait for someone to let us out." Oliver told him, leaning his head against the wall. This just was not going to be his day.
Marcus sat on the floor, trying not to stir up the dust. Of course, he had to knock over a box and send a great cloud up into the air. "Shite." he breathed, feeling his nose start to burn. "Huh-chishh, uh-chuhh, chishoo, hurchesshhh, arsheshh, harshhh, archushoo." He sniffled wetly and wiped his nose on his sleeve, then sneezed again.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to rest since we'll be here awhile, and I'm stuck with you."
"Well, excuse be. I cad't help it. There's too buch dust id here ad id by dose. Huhrushchoo. I'b godda keep sdeezig udtil I cad blow by dose. Ahrashchh. So if you wadt be to stop, you cad give be a tissue. Uh-shurshhh."
Oliver reached into his robes and handed Flint a few tissues. "There. Now try to keep it down." He winced at the sound of Marcus blowing his nose.
"Thaks." Flint muttered.
Oliver leaned against the wall and tried to block out the Slytherin's sniffling, sneezing and nose blowing as well as ignore the throbbing in his head.
"Wood?" he heard Flint say, almost a half hour later.
"Now what do you want?"
"Bay I please habe sobe bore tissues? Uhchushh, chishoo."
"Fine." He turned to hand Flint the tissues and gasped at the sight of him. Flint's eyes were red, watery and puffy, and his nose was dripping. But most worrisome of all was the fact that apart from all the sniffling, he noticed that the man was breathing heavily and there was a slight wheeze in his breathing. "Flint, are you alright?"
"Uh-chuhh. Do I look alrighd? Chushoo. I tode you, I'b allergic to dust. Hey-chishh." Oliver went to the door, trying not to stir up the dust and began pounding on it. "I deed to get oud of here."
"I know. Hopefully someone's in there and will let us out." After what seemed like an eternity, but was really only 10 or so minutes, the door was opened. Oliver had never been so glad to see the Hufflepuff captain, Cedric Diggory. As bad as being trapped in a room with Flint was, it would be worse to be stuck in a room with him and have something happen to Flint.
"What the..." Cedric breathed as he saw Oliver and a slumped over figure sitting there. Oliver stepped out of the room. "The door banged shut, and the knob came off. And he's prehh...ehchoo...Flint's pretty allergic to dust."
Marcus raised his head at the sound of his name and sneezed. "Heyshuhh, uhruhshoo."
"Merlin. He needs to go to the hospital wing. Give me a hand." Cedric instructed.
Oliver held out his hand, and after a moment's hesitation, Flint took it. As they helped the sneezing Slytherin out of the locker room, they passed one of the Weasley twins. "Start scrimmaging without us." Oliver instructed as Flint nodded. Within minutes, they had arrived at infirmary.
"Madame Pomfrey?" Cedric called. She appeared almost instantly. "What seems to be the problem, boys? She caught sight of Flint. "Oh dear, get him to a cot, and let me know what's going on here."
"It's an allergy attack." Oliver explained. "We got stuck in the Quidditch supply room, and it's very dusty in there."
"And he's very allergic to dust." She finished, handing Flint a few tissues. "I'll be right back." She returned a minute later with a potion, just in time to catch Oliver sneezing.
"Huhchooo, Hayushoo."
"Bless you, Mr. Wood. Dust isn't a problem for you, is it?"
"No, just a wee bit of a head cold, ma'am."
"Go sit over there. I'll be with you in a minute." She instructed, administering the potion to Flint.
Olive sat on one of the other beds and sighed. He had hoped to avoid pepper-up with this cold. In fact, he had hoped to keep the whole thing of him being sick hidden from Percy, and if his roommate saw him with smoke pouring from his ears, he'd be in for a long night of lectures about too much Quidditch in the rain and not enough sleep. "Hayuhshoo, uhshoo." The sneezes coming from Flint's cot were becoming fewer and sounding less harsh and desperate. Oliver relaxed a little as Madame Pomfrey appeared, holding a vial of pepper-up.
"Drink this, and then I want you to lie here for a bit." She instructed, holding the potion out to him. Oliver put up his hand to stop her. "Mr. Wood -"
"Heyeshshh, ehshoo." He interrupted, turning his head away. "Sorry. I didn't want to sneeze and spill it."
"Quite alright." She told him as he blew his nose and gulped the potion, then lay back on the cot. A few minutes later, Cedric came by to see how he was doing.
"Flint's ok." he told Oliver. "He's still sneezing, but breathing better."
"Glad you opened the door. The way my lucks going, it could have been Snape."
"Gryffindor'd have no points until the next century."
"I know. I wish I could be out on the pitch right now."
"Tell you what. I'll go catch Fred or George and tell them to give you a full report."
"Thanks, Ced."
"No problem. You were trapped in there with Flint long enough. It's the least I can do."
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Weekly challenge #38