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Lislchen · 03-12-2010, 05:34 PM

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Originally Posted by noodles

Relived was what Oliver was when Nancy released her vice like grip on his arm. “Those are real Chaser's fingers those.” He teased her. “Woah.” He said as he caught a hold of her as she swayed on her feet. “You sure you haven't been drinking firewhiskey?” heh. And the teasing and jokes continued. Well.. it made Oliver feel better. It meant he didn't actually have to face up to the horror of what was happening, AND, it would hopefully keep Nancy from thinking about her injuries. Er... hopefully.

Into the entrance hall they staggered. It was warm in here. Much better. He smiled at Nancy as they made their slow journey towards the stairs. ALL THOSE STAIRS up to the hospital wing! Guh! “I'm sorry.” He said again. “I guess it was the concussion.” Or the horror of what had happened.. although Oliver liked to think he was tougher than that. Puking, at the sight of blood, was for girls. Hehe.

He thought about her question, tiling his head from side to side. “Depends if you're one of these girls who always has to have designer stuff because..", he gestured at his pockets. “I'm getting low on cash for the rest of the year.” And this was true.. and there was no chance of getting any more from his dad once what he had was gone. “I could make them.” He suggested. “Then they would be unique and one of a kind. How does Papier Mache sound to you?” Grin.

And they were at the bottom of the stairs. Oliver gazed up, trying not to let his anxiety about getting Nancy up there show on his face. How were they going to do this? “I could give you a piggy back.” He suggested with a smirk. Ok.. maybe not. "You ready?" He asked and took a step up onto the first stair.

'One down and just another fifty millon to go.' Guh.

Dismissing his Chaser-comment with a supposed to be smug smirk Nancy muttered a "Shut up!" at him, a teasing tone clearly obvious in her voice, though. She was not being serious. Well, not completely anyways. Placing a hand on his arm for support the 17 year old hopped along as well as she could, trying hard not to show the dizziness on her face. She was fine...totallly fine...well, apart from the strange leg. Uh...

An involuntary shiver ran through her as they finally stepped into the Entrance Hall where it was all warm and, yes, waaaarm. Her cheeks started to regain some of their color - which pale as she was was not exactly much to begin with - as they hopped on, getting closer and closer to the stairs. Finally.

Pulling Oliver's laaarge robes closer around her so she wouldn't lose them Nancy turned to roll her eyes at him as he claimed that it was only because of the concussion he had puked all over her slippers. However, not a sarcastic comment escaped her lips but a small wince as she had turned her head to quickly. Hello blurry vision!

"Riight. Concussion." Well, she only said that to keep her mind off her injuries, so there. Whistle. Her gaze still on him - so she didn't have to look how faaar it still was till they'd reached the staircase - she literally half-snorted at his designer-comment. Who did he think she was? "Pfft...designer slippers?" Nancy gave him an incredulous look, averted her eyes, though for he seemed to be serious about his money-thingy which was not that a comfortable topic to discuss.

"You could make them?" That sounded appealing though. Hehe. Only not too much with the..."Papier mâché. Uh, no, though, it would be nice if you made them. With...uh...I'm not that good with things like that but...or you could just order some." Yeah, way to go, Nancy. Her blue eyes flashed up at him, though, in surprise at his piggy-back offer which did not sound appealing AT ALL. However, judging by the smirk on his lips he was not serious. Phew."Yeah, that piggy back? I think I'll pass." With that said she gave a nod at his next question. Ready? No, not really but whatever.

Hop! Ouch! Pant!

Yes, this was working just great. Not. But it would work somehow. It was only the...third floor. Uh.

03-12-2010, 05:34 PM	#314 (permalink)
Lislchen DERP & DMAC Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Vienna [GMT+1] Posts: 35,577 Hogwarts RPG Name: Siobhán O'Shea Graduated x3 x2	The Kisapaths \| Sila!Roti \| -2 \| TouchableHair \| ToiletPaperGuy \| QueenOfConfusion Quote: Originally Posted by noodles Relived was what Oliver was when Nancy released her vice like grip on his arm. “Those are real Chaser's fingers those.” He teased her. “Woah.” He said as he caught a hold of her as she swayed on her feet. “You sure you haven't been drinking firewhiskey?” heh. And the teasing and jokes continued. Well.. it made Oliver feel better. It meant he didn't actually have to face up to the horror of what was happening, AND, it would hopefully keep Nancy from thinking about her injuries. Er... hopefully. Into the entrance hall they staggered. It was warm in here. Much better. He smiled at Nancy as they made their slow journey towards the stairs. ALL THOSE STAIRS up to the hospital wing! Guh! “I'm sorry.” He said again. “I guess it was the concussion.” Or the horror of what had happened.. although Oliver liked to think he was tougher than that. Puking, at the sight of blood, was for girls. Hehe. He thought about her question, tiling his head from side to side. “Depends if you're one of these girls who always has to have designer stuff because..", he gestured at his pockets. “I'm getting low on cash for the rest of the year.” And this was true.. and there was no chance of getting any more from his dad once what he had was gone. “I could make them.” He suggested. “Then they would be unique and one of a kind. How does Papier Mache sound to you?” Grin. And they were at the bottom of the stairs. Oliver gazed up, trying not to let his anxiety about getting Nancy up there show on his face. How were they going to do this? “I could give you a piggy back.” He suggested with a smirk. Ok.. maybe not. "You ready?" He asked and took a step up onto the first stair. 'One down and just another fifty millon to go.' Guh. Dismissing his Chaser-comment with a supposed to be smug smirk Nancy muttered a "Shut up!" at him, a teasing tone clearly obvious in her voice, though. She was not being serious. Well, not completely anyways. Placing a hand on his arm for support the 17 year old hopped along as well as she could, trying hard not to show the dizziness on her face. She was fine...totallly fine...well, apart from the strange leg. Uh... An involuntary shiver ran through her as they finally stepped into the Entrance Hall where it was all warm and, yes, waaaarm. Her cheeks started to regain some of their color - which pale as she was was not exactly much to begin with - as they hopped on, getting closer and closer to the stairs. Finally. Pulling Oliver's laaarge robes closer around her so she wouldn't lose them Nancy turned to roll her eyes at him as he claimed that it was only because of the concussion he had puked all over her slippers. However, not a sarcastic comment escaped her lips but a small wince as she had turned her head to quickly. Hello blurry vision! "Riight. Concussion." Well, she only said that to keep her mind off her injuries, so there. Whistle. Her gaze still on him - so she didn't have to look how faaar it still was till they'd reached the staircase - she literally half-snorted at his designer-comment. Who did he think she was? "Pfft...designer slippers?" Nancy gave him an incredulous look, averted her eyes, though for he seemed to be serious about his money-thingy which was not that a comfortable topic to discuss. *"You could make* them?"** That sounded appealing though. Hehe. Only not too much with the..."Papier mâché. Uh, no, though, it would be nice if you made them. With...uh...I'm not that good with things like that but...or you could just order some." Yeah, way to go, Nancy. Her blue eyes flashed up at him, though, in surprise at his piggy-back offer which did not sound appealing AT ALL. However, judging by the smirk on his lips he was not serious. Phew."Yeah, that piggy back? I think I'll pass." With that said she gave a nod at his next question. Ready? No, not really but whatever. Hop! Ouch! Pant! Yes, this was working just great. Not. But it would work somehow. It was only the...third floor. Uh. __________________ I just wanted you to know that this is me trying ________________________________{Drabbles}_{Meet Lissy}_{DERP}