#olancaster

Marjory had a long day. Hundreds of people showed up at the healer’s tent, most of which were either dehydrated or overheated. Almost all of them were drunk or high. Now all Marjory wanted to do was go get drunk herself and enjoy the rest of her day. After wishing the rest of her team good luck, Marj finally slipped away from the tent. The sun was going down when she apparated to the tent she was sharing with Oscar. She made a bee-line for the bathroom in the old tent, peeling the sweat (and vomit) covered scrubs from her body. She took a quick shower and wrapped herself up in a towel before making her way to the bedroom. She was dressed in less than a minute, the loose-fitting dress she wore reaching right above the knee. Marjory took a breath pulling open the door, only to find Oscar standing right outside the door. “Oh, hey. I was just looking for you.” 

“So I know you've been to a magic school, but have you ever ridden a broom? And I mean really ridden. Going at ridiculous speeds with only one goal: to catch the snitch?”

“Oscar? Babe, can you help me with my dress?” Marj called from her bedroom.

“Oh. Hi. Do you want to sit?” Lena moved her things from the chair next to her. “I feel so out of place at this thing.”

Marj sniffled, feeling absolutely miserable. She never got sick, but here she was Eyes watery and everything. “Oscar.” She croaked into the phone. “Oscar, I’m sick.” If only he could see the pout from the call. “I can’t get to my water.”

Finally seeing the man that the healer pointed him to, Sierra reached out and grabbed his arm. “You’re Oscar, right? Look, I know you don’t know me but I was told that you could hook me up. My, uh...the A string on my bass broke and we perform in an hour.”

Marj was walking in downtown Pinewood when she spotted a familiar figure. Unable to contain her grin, she walked up to Oscar. “Oscar, hi. Are you enjoying your summer so far?” 

Marjory looked at the chart she was handed, unable to help the small grin that graced her features when she saw who it was. Of course he would be back so soon. He seemed like the type. As she pushed through door that separated the main hospital from the exam rooms, she tried to erase her smile.