A Sickly Start PV Closed

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Pale clouds loomed over Hogwarts resembling a ghost-like figure. The Grounds were overshadowed by them. Its unweeded forest hammered by the violent winds foreboding an approaching storm, a wall of towering pine trees shook and swayed as one, manipulated by the currents.

A short, fragile figure emerged from the bushes, fleeing the pitch-black vegetative void. He slung his cloak over his shoulders and tied a soft scarf comprised of black and yellow over his neck. Oliver entered the Hogwarts grounds as grass whipped at his socks and pants, his robe and scarf spreading out from his back like a flag catching the wind. The journey was exhausting, as the gale constantly harassed him in an attempt to push him off his own two feet. The sun had begun to rise, showering the castle with harsh, heavy rays from the east.

In the hours that followed, Oliver skipped breakfast in the Great Hall. Instead, he returned to the Hufflepuff Commonroom in secret, just as the first students rose to get ready for the long day ahead. Oliver got little to no rest before the exhausted sighs of the victims of double potions grabbed their books and fled to the hallways. Oliver got out of bed in a slothlike manner and left the commonroom in an effort to attend to his potion lesson. The dreadful muttered, hiding his face under his sleeves, "Why couldn't it have been flying, or even Defence Against the Dark Arts," as he knelt down towards his station and listened to the calming lull of his bubbling concoction, which changed orientation between a coolish green and cerulean blue like a chameleon. Eventually and mostly with the help of his sympathetic professor, Oliver made it through the double potion period, as students leaked from the oak doors of several classes into the warmly-lit corridors of the castle, the common sound of clasping footsteps on the stone tiling, and the constant chatter stressed-out, self-assured, and carefree students alike felt strangely dull in Oliver's ears. All Oliver could hear was his own voice, nagging at him to stay awake and stay focused, as though a headache had materialised spreading clear throughout his forehead. He stumbled through a pack of fourth-year students and fell onto a bench that had been hammered into the wall of the corridor. He braced himself against the wall to prevent hitting his head, he knelt down onto the bench to get as comfortable as he could while contending with the sudden wave of terrible sickness. He knelt down while trying not to gain more attention than he already has.