#flora oddpick

Flora & James

James took each piece of his Quidditch gear off with care. It had been stupid to play with bludgers alone, even if he had done it before, but it was even dumber to do it at night. There were already several bruises forming on his torso. The worst he saved for last and took extra time to remove his gloves. Tape beneath it was soaked red and barely clinging onto the raw flesh beneath it. He had won the battle with the bludgers, but just barely.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He let the warm water from the locker room showers wash away the remnants of dirt mixed with grass and sweat. James knew better and if it was anyone else he would be lecturing them all the way to Ms. Wood’s office. Luckily he was going to avoid the second half of that diatribe and just settle for lecturing himself instead. Merlin knows he would likely be tougher on himself than anyone else, save for his mum, at this point anyways. She would just want him safe, and not gallivanting with bludgers in the dark.

Malakai twitched on the Ravenclaw common room sofa. When he had finished classes he had officially been up for over forty hours. He had meant to make it up to his room for a nap, but the sofa had been so much closer and he just could not make it one more step. So he collapsed on the couch and there he remained for the next few hours, twitching and occasionally moaning and talking. It was a good thing he slept like the dead, because nothing going around him even remotely disturbed his slumber.

The nightmare was what actually woke him up. It was the feeling of falling right after he was pushed from the clock tower… or had he jumped? Either way, he was falling and the ground was fast approaching and then… BOOM. He woke up face first on the floor of the common room, his cheek smooshed into someone’s feet? Lap? Torso? He wasn’t exactly sure, but he was on some part of the person and he had screamed.