jeremy // when i said i didn't mean it

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

Really, it was not a big deal, but everyone had been fussing about until Brett ordered them out. She'd been whacked with a bludger during a quidditch game, one she could still hear going outside and she pouted. Brett loved the game. Her shoulder and elbow were dislocated and she had a few broken bones, the bludger had hit her arm when it was out with the bat, ready to lobby another back.

It was very painful and rather embarrassing. She was still in her garb, though her pads had been removed and her sleeve cut off at the shoulder so the damage could be assessed. Brett sighed and swung her feet lightly as she sat on a bed that she had refused but been forced into.

She had to wait for madame Pomphry to come back, as there was a girl several beds over who had an awful rash that needed to be rubbed down with some awful stuff regularly. That's what happened to idiots in the forest.

[JEREMY SETH CAULDWELL]

While he was generally very good at most classes, Jeremy was not at all a fan of History of Magic, and he almost always ended up doing something to get him detention while he was there. As such, he'd begun a collection of Skiving Snackboxes from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. The candies were really quite brilliant. Eating one end of the color-coded sweet could cause an illness that got a person out of class or, in this case, detention. Eating the other end cured the effects of the first end. Today, Jeremy had selected Fever Fudge. Fevers were miserable, but Jeremy figured it was the least miserable of his choices. He wasn't particularly fond of nosebleeds or vomiting, and he had no one to feed him the opposite end of a candy that would make him faint.

Most of the students at Hogwarts wanted to be at the quidditch games. It made it an excessively good time to have detention, as detention was more of a punishment that way. He was meant to be left behind with whichever unlucky professor was assigned to watch him that day. He never go the chance to find out who that was, though, as he munched on a piece of Fever Fudge about twenty minutes before he was supposed to be there. Ten minutes later, he'd spiked a high fever and was having chills. Looking more than a little miserable, he trudged toward the hospital wing to inform Madame Pomfrey of his self-induced malady.

As it turned out, she was more than a little busy smearing some foul-smelling liquid on someone with a rather unfortunate rash. Jeremy made his way to an empty bed and took a seat, looking around to see who else was in here today. He frowned as he noticed a girl with flaming red hair. She was on the Gryffindor quidditch team, and he was surprised to see her in here, though one look at her arm told him exactly why she wasn't playing. "At least you looked hot trying to rip your arm off, yeah?" he offered. She looked sour, and he assumed it was because she would have rather been playing than sitting around in here.

[BRETT AINSLEY DuPONT]

Brett perked up at the sound of a voice-- a boy that was calling her hot no less. She grinned at him. He was a hufflepuff judging by his robes, and very adorable. "I hope so." She commented on his question of her looking hot while doing it. Personally, a girl beater was already hot. ((omg my brain went so many ways with that...)) "And I didn't try, a bludger hit me mid swing to hit the other one." She shrugged, a one shouldered move because of her injuries. Brett had a high tolerance for pain, but absolutely no patience for injuries.

"I'm Brett," She told him, "And you are quite cute." She added bluntly, not much caring what he had to say on the issue. james was just a fling after all, not even, a friend with benefits. She'd had on and off feelings for him, but that was irrelevant. Now, guys didn't like being called cute generally, but he was and she couldn't help herself.

Brett looked him over lightly, he was sort of pale and uncomfortable looking but not too much. "Snackboxes?" She suddenly inquired, being a frequent user of them, she knew sort of how they operated.