21 Jun 2019, 09:02
A Typical Day For Oliver Hart
It was a spring morning with clear skies yet the remains of yesterday's rain still lingered. On this fine day hung Oliver, high up on one of the central quidditch hoops. He was topless and had a rope like a cucoon around most of his body. He was slowly swaying back and forth, there was a slight spin to his movement too.
How had Oliver gotten into this mess? He was simply sitting in the Quidditch stands yesterday evening, minding his own business, eating a few chocolate frogs. His usual evening pass time. Then came along a bunch of older Hufflepuffs who had been wanting to play a bit of Quidditch. It was only when they noticed Oliver that his evening turned for the worst. Two of them swooped over and grabbed him by the shoulders. Then the group of boys and girls set him down in the Quidditch field and proceeded to chase him around. Whenever he got close to a stand, they'd form a wall to block him and have Oliver run the opposite way. After eating so much chocolate and running more than he ever had before, Oliver begun to vomit, chocolate mostly, notably no carrot.
This put the Hufflepuffs off and they decided to pull off his top before lifting him up and casting a rope bind spell.
Since then, through the rain and through the night, Oliver just hung like a little sausage. He slept for a bit and he was impressed with the Hufflepuffs work cause he was actually quite comfortable.
However, there was a Quidditch game on today, in fact, very soon. Oliver was completely unable to reach his wand, trying to rescue himself was hopeless. He watched as a few groups of students arrived at the stands, eager for the game. Some laughed, others were confused. Oliver saw it in the distance and his stomach really started to sink. A huge flood of students and professors were making their way to the Quidditch pitch all together.
The Ravenclaw boy wriggled and tossed but he only caused for faster swaying and spinning. It was inevitable. The students all surrounded the pitch, laughing immediately boomed all around Oliver. It took a minute of laughing before he could hear a roaring from a professor. A few seconds later, Oliver dropped from the hoop, the ropes dispersing around him. He landed on a soft pillow spell. With speed, Oliver got up and begun running for his sweater, then ran off the pitch, topless.
How had Oliver gotten into this mess? He was simply sitting in the Quidditch stands yesterday evening, minding his own business, eating a few chocolate frogs. His usual evening pass time. Then came along a bunch of older Hufflepuffs who had been wanting to play a bit of Quidditch. It was only when they noticed Oliver that his evening turned for the worst. Two of them swooped over and grabbed him by the shoulders. Then the group of boys and girls set him down in the Quidditch field and proceeded to chase him around. Whenever he got close to a stand, they'd form a wall to block him and have Oliver run the opposite way. After eating so much chocolate and running more than he ever had before, Oliver begun to vomit, chocolate mostly, notably no carrot.
This put the Hufflepuffs off and they decided to pull off his top before lifting him up and casting a rope bind spell.
Since then, through the rain and through the night, Oliver just hung like a little sausage. He slept for a bit and he was impressed with the Hufflepuffs work cause he was actually quite comfortable.
However, there was a Quidditch game on today, in fact, very soon. Oliver was completely unable to reach his wand, trying to rescue himself was hopeless. He watched as a few groups of students arrived at the stands, eager for the game. Some laughed, others were confused. Oliver saw it in the distance and his stomach really started to sink. A huge flood of students and professors were making their way to the Quidditch pitch all together.
The Ravenclaw boy wriggled and tossed but he only caused for faster swaying and spinning. It was inevitable. The students all surrounded the pitch, laughing immediately boomed all around Oliver. It took a minute of laughing before he could hear a roaring from a professor. A few seconds later, Oliver dropped from the hoop, the ropes dispersing around him. He landed on a soft pillow spell. With speed, Oliver got up and begun running for his sweater, then ran off the pitch, topless.