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writetomyheart2016-04-10 12:51 am
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[team three] Bludger problems
soo i've been rereading harry potters lately, so random hp!au snippet.
Back and forth, back and forth, Jackson was hesitatingly spacing in front of the hospital wing door. He had been there for good five minutes already, contemplating on going in or turning around and scooting back to Gryffindor common room.
Jackson was still wearing his Quidditch robe; the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had ended only about an hour ago, and even though Jackson should’ve been in their common room celebrating Gryffindor’s win with his team members and classmates, there he was, standing behind the hospital wing door, feeling both stupid and remorseful.
After another couple of minutes of internal battle, Jackson finally decided to do the Good Thing (the quicker he was out there the quicker he could return to the celebration), took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The hospital wing seemed empty excluding one bed farther across the room. The nurse was standing beside the bed so Jackson couldn’t see the person lying on it properly but knew still better than well who it was – and felt guilt pierce his conscious again. The boy on the bed was still wearing his Quidditch uniform as well, but unlike Jackson’s gold and red one, his was green and silver.
Jackson had stopped right by the door, his feet not moving him any further. He almost regretted his decision to come in right away but couldn’t make himself turn around and run away anymore. Neither the nurse nor her patient had noticed his entrance; they seemed to be arguing about something.
“Do I really have to stay here overnight?” Jackson heard the boy ask the nurse, politely but annoyance still clear in his voice.
“If I say so, then you must!” the nurse said in a strict tone. “I fixed your rib and arm but they must still be sore so I’d rather you rest well right now. So stay right there young man, or if you won’t, I’ll tie you up.”
And with that, the nurse turned away from the boy and started heading towards her office.
Jackson still stood there, unmoving, and just when the nurse was opening the office door, she noticed Jackson and raised her eyebrows at him.
“How can I help you, dear?”
Awkwardly, Jackson gestured towards the boy at the back of the room. “Can I–?”
“Oh yes, of course!” The nurse waved her hand. “Just make sure he stays in bed.”
And with that, she went in to her office and closed the door. Jackson hovered on his spot awkwardly for a moment until he finally forced himself to walk towards the farthest bed. The boy on the bed heard him and raised his head. His expression was a mixture of surprise and annoyance as his sharp, dark eyes were fixed on Jackson.
“What are you doing here?”
The boy looked at Jackson like he was a huge Flobberworm. Which, Jackson had to remind himself, the other had all rights to.
Jackson drew a deep breath through his nose. “I… came to apologize. About the Bludger. I– I didn’t mean you to end up here…”
The other boy let out a short, joyless laughter. “But you didn't really mind, did you? Must’ve been a sweet victory to Gryffindor.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Jackson muttered right away, and he was telling the truth.
Of course Gryffindor had wanted to win Slytherin. On top of that, Jackson had personally wanted to win one single person, and that person was lying on the hospital bed right then.
He and Im Jaebum weren’t on too friendly terms with each other, being in the competing houses and both the captains of their Quidditch teams, both kind of hot-headed, competitive and sore losers. Jackson had really wanted to win Jaebum and his team that day, had wanted to wipe the irritating, smug grin off his face, but he had wanted to do it fairly. That Bludger Jackson had hit towards Jaebum earlier during the game had been meant to only bother him enough that he’d drop the Quaffle. Instead, it had hit Jaebum hard enough to drop him off his broom from 30 feet and the Slytherin team had had to play the rest of the game without their captain.
So yeah, Jackson did deserve every bit of Jaebum’s anger but he also wanted to make the other believe that he was sincerely sorry. But judging from the sharp and angry lines of Jaebum’s furrowed brows or clenched jaw, it wouldn’t be an easy task. The other was very good at looking intimidating but during the years in opposite teams and in countless shared classes, Jackson had also learned that much of it was just for the show. (And even though Jackson had to reluctantly admit that anger looked kind of good on Jaebum, his smile – even though kind of rare – looked even better.)
“I’m sorry,” Jackson said again. “I wanted to win you but I wanted to do it fairly and evenly. If I could I’d turn back time and we could play the match again but... I guess there’s nothing I can do to make this up to you?”
“Well,” Jaebum said slowly, “you could resign from your team.”
What? Jackson could only stare at the other, dumbfounded, but after a couple of seconds he could see Jaebum’s mouth twitch with held back laughter.
“You should see your face,” the Slytherin said and suddenly looked, as unbelievable as it was, almost cheerful as he was looking at Jackson. “Kidding. As if I could play Quidditch if you weren’t being irritating on the opposite side.”
Jackson blinked. The fact that Jaebum had just joked with him was almost as incredible as the small, kind of smile on his face. He must’ve caught himself because he clearly tried to compose his expression back to normal frown.
“Apology accepted this time, Wang. And now get off before I change my mind and curse you.”
“Are you serious?” Jackson asked, almost not believing his luck.
“Very,” Jaebum said and raised his wand as a warning.
Jackson couldn’t help giving a wide grin and a thumbs up to the Slytherin boy. “Okay, no hard feelings! See ya, captain, get well soon!”
And when Jackson hurried out of the hospital wing, he thought to himself that from now on, instead of making Jaebum lose his temper all the time, he could try making him smile more. That really did look better on him.
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Back and forth, back and forth, Jackson was hesitatingly spacing in front of the hospital wing door. He had been there for good five minutes already, contemplating on going in or turning around and scooting back to Gryffindor common room.
Jackson was still wearing his Quidditch robe; the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had ended only about an hour ago, and even though Jackson should’ve been in their common room celebrating Gryffindor’s win with his team members and classmates, there he was, standing behind the hospital wing door, feeling both stupid and remorseful.
After another couple of minutes of internal battle, Jackson finally decided to do the Good Thing (the quicker he was out there the quicker he could return to the celebration), took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
The hospital wing seemed empty excluding one bed farther across the room. The nurse was standing beside the bed so Jackson couldn’t see the person lying on it properly but knew still better than well who it was – and felt guilt pierce his conscious again. The boy on the bed was still wearing his Quidditch uniform as well, but unlike Jackson’s gold and red one, his was green and silver.
Jackson had stopped right by the door, his feet not moving him any further. He almost regretted his decision to come in right away but couldn’t make himself turn around and run away anymore. Neither the nurse nor her patient had noticed his entrance; they seemed to be arguing about something.
“Do I really have to stay here overnight?” Jackson heard the boy ask the nurse, politely but annoyance still clear in his voice.
“If I say so, then you must!” the nurse said in a strict tone. “I fixed your rib and arm but they must still be sore so I’d rather you rest well right now. So stay right there young man, or if you won’t, I’ll tie you up.”
And with that, the nurse turned away from the boy and started heading towards her office.
Jackson still stood there, unmoving, and just when the nurse was opening the office door, she noticed Jackson and raised her eyebrows at him.
“How can I help you, dear?”
Awkwardly, Jackson gestured towards the boy at the back of the room. “Can I–?”
“Oh yes, of course!” The nurse waved her hand. “Just make sure he stays in bed.”
And with that, she went in to her office and closed the door. Jackson hovered on his spot awkwardly for a moment until he finally forced himself to walk towards the farthest bed. The boy on the bed heard him and raised his head. His expression was a mixture of surprise and annoyance as his sharp, dark eyes were fixed on Jackson.
“What are you doing here?”
The boy looked at Jackson like he was a huge Flobberworm. Which, Jackson had to remind himself, the other had all rights to.
Jackson drew a deep breath through his nose. “I… came to apologize. About the Bludger. I– I didn’t mean you to end up here…”
The other boy let out a short, joyless laughter. “But you didn't really mind, did you? Must’ve been a sweet victory to Gryffindor.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Jackson muttered right away, and he was telling the truth.
Of course Gryffindor had wanted to win Slytherin. On top of that, Jackson had personally wanted to win one single person, and that person was lying on the hospital bed right then.
He and Im Jaebum weren’t on too friendly terms with each other, being in the competing houses and both the captains of their Quidditch teams, both kind of hot-headed, competitive and sore losers. Jackson had really wanted to win Jaebum and his team that day, had wanted to wipe the irritating, smug grin off his face, but he had wanted to do it fairly. That Bludger Jackson had hit towards Jaebum earlier during the game had been meant to only bother him enough that he’d drop the Quaffle. Instead, it had hit Jaebum hard enough to drop him off his broom from 30 feet and the Slytherin team had had to play the rest of the game without their captain.
So yeah, Jackson did deserve every bit of Jaebum’s anger but he also wanted to make the other believe that he was sincerely sorry. But judging from the sharp and angry lines of Jaebum’s furrowed brows or clenched jaw, it wouldn’t be an easy task. The other was very good at looking intimidating but during the years in opposite teams and in countless shared classes, Jackson had also learned that much of it was just for the show. (And even though Jackson had to reluctantly admit that anger looked kind of good on Jaebum, his smile – even though kind of rare – looked even better.)
“I’m sorry,” Jackson said again. “I wanted to win you but I wanted to do it fairly and evenly. If I could I’d turn back time and we could play the match again but... I guess there’s nothing I can do to make this up to you?”
“Well,” Jaebum said slowly, “you could resign from your team.”
What? Jackson could only stare at the other, dumbfounded, but after a couple of seconds he could see Jaebum’s mouth twitch with held back laughter.
“You should see your face,” the Slytherin said and suddenly looked, as unbelievable as it was, almost cheerful as he was looking at Jackson. “Kidding. As if I could play Quidditch if you weren’t being irritating on the opposite side.”
Jackson blinked. The fact that Jaebum had just joked with him was almost as incredible as the small, kind of smile on his face. He must’ve caught himself because he clearly tried to compose his expression back to normal frown.
“Apology accepted this time, Wang. And now get off before I change my mind and curse you.”
“Are you serious?” Jackson asked, almost not believing his luck.
“Very,” Jaebum said and raised his wand as a warning.
Jackson couldn’t help giving a wide grin and a thumbs up to the Slytherin boy. “Okay, no hard feelings! See ya, captain, get well soon!”
And when Jackson hurried out of the hospital wing, he thought to himself that from now on, instead of making Jaebum lose his temper all the time, he could try making him smile more. That really did look better on him.
kira_shadow, you're still back in the game right?