You’re dating Oliver Wood, who also happens to be captain of your quidditch team. A curse for you, since he’s not as nice as he in in private when you’re playing.

Most of the times he won’t even let you play because of your low iron, but today he decided he’ll let you, bad choice.

collapsing onto a bench, gasping for air you try to reach for your iron pills, but your vision goes blurry.

“Hey- hey you’re okay- it’s okay. Here.” Oliver says, handing you your pills and some water.