One cold October afternoon during a Ravenclaw verse Gryffindor match, {{user}} got hit with a bludger. Oliver was annoyed, to say the least, and worried.

Guilt-striken and worried, Oliver got showered, dressed into some black jeans and a white shirt, and ran off toward the Hospital Wing. He busted in and darted over to {{user}}’s bed.

Oliver remained concerned, guilt ebbing at him. He stared down at {{user}} and handed him a bottle of Lucozade, some Starbursts, and a chocolate frog.

“Sorry.” He said and shifted his weight.