I realised with the last hunt my equipment is so badly ordered. Normally I keep it really organised but since being injury, taking so long off work, I got slack. I’ve been going through it for most of the day but I’m getting more distracted testing all my tools, sharpening blades and cleaning things that I sharpen and clean regularly on the job and ( Read more... )

“Can you believe he said that to her?!” I ask, still fuming. Megan went home about an hour ago, and Oliver came home not long after that. “A coward...what the hell would he know?”

“He never used that word when he spoke to me,” Oliver remarks. “He just said that she refused to meet with his family.”
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I did most of my Christmas present last month. I’ve done everything in advance for years, as I hate the last minute rush we had when I was a kid because both my parents were working ( Read more... )

Looking around nervously I wonder whether I should truly be here. The wall here is covered with pictures, ‘success stories’ of the centre. People with real problems, real physical trauma with no magic to heal them...and I’m healed. I have been for months...I feel like such a fake and yet I tried...

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“He’s upstairs, on the roof,” Antonia explains, opening the door for me to find Nicolas. I don’t really know why I came. He may be one of my most trusted friends, but it’s a work friendship, we rarely interact socially. At least not since the night we met.

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“I’m really not sure about this,” I sigh, gripping Oliver’s hand. I feel sick with nerves, the idea of telling a perfect stranger...everything...

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I can’t sleep. I’ve been lying watching the clock tick around for five hours now. Oliver has woken a couple of times, but never said anything, probably not wanting to disturb me if I was asleep...instead we lie in silence, then he drifts off again for half an hour or so before waking suddenly ( Read more... )

It’s been two months since I was stabbed at Oliver’s Quidditch match. I stare at the crutches next to my bed. Not today. Today is Oliver’s birthday. It’s been quite long enough and the only reason I’m still using them is because I’m scared. Scared it will hurt if I fall.

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“You’re sure you don’t mind coming with me?” It seems a sucky way for Megan to spend her day off but Oliver’s practice is getting more and more intense and I still need help getting to physio-therapy at the hospital.

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I shift my grip on my crutches. The chair was easier in one sense but it was incredibly frustrating not being able to see anything above people’s waist, and it’s particularly uncomfortable staring someone in the groin most of the time.

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