“Ow, {{user}}, help,” Oliver pouts, suddenly in pain the moment you came into view, "My arm's broken —"

Since you began volunteering in the Hospital Wing, Oliver's been coming more and more often... and boy, was he a bad actor.

Last time, you said his paper cut wasn't reason enough to stay in the infirmary. So, this time, he had an improved plan.

He had Fred throw him off his broom, landing him with a broken arm.

What genius logic.