Panacea

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The doorbell cuts through any fragment of a dream I may have been having, of course at the moment I can't remember a single detail, but that won't keep me from cursing the damn person on the other side of the door that knocked me from it. I sit up to exit my bed, just to find my legs tangled in between the silver and crimson sheets. I grab a book from my bedside table, examining it's cover quickly, not really reading the title, just a reflex of what I should do and lob the thing at the wall, hoping, somehow, that Ezra will hear and answer the door on his own.

I wait, holding my breath, while still struggling with the cotton sheets, he hasn't, this fact made apparent to me simply because the nasal voice of this weeks new obsession hasn't even been turned down a notch. Finally I manage to liberate myself, my feet land on the soft carpet, as I pull a sweater from a nearby chair, I glance down at the scene of my great victory, of course the battle had been with an inanimate object, but I had won, and I'll take any glory that will come to me. I pad through the hallway, pulling the large sweater over my head during me trek, it has to be early, I pushed open Ezra's door, glaring at him as he sits, full reclined in a leather seat, a remote control held in his hand as he swings in my direction.

"There's someone at the door." My voice is barely audible over the music, he, reluctantly turns the volume down.

"What'd ya say, Ollie me dear?" He bats his eyelashes, happy to anger me even more. I glare at him, trying to give him a fitting scowl, but it's difficult as soon as I notice the bright, almost neon, pink eye shadow that seams piled on his skin. He glares back, slowly turning the volume of his music up, I shut the door, forgetting my anger and just feeling the urge to laugh at my odd choice in best friends, of course I wouldn't change him for anyth-

RING!

-Goddamn, bloody fucking bell.

My hand grasps the small metal handle as I pull the door open, closing my eyes and giving the best smile I can muster in the morning to this... person.

"Hello." My voice comes out in monotone, a simple side effect of my abrupt awakening, the person brushes up against me, a he, well, unless it's an extremely flat chested she, I open my eyes to find his spiked hair pushed up against my face as his neck cranes over my shoulder.

"Is Ezra here?" I nod, letting him in, he backs down, resting upon the heels of his feet, a few inches shorter than myself. "You are?" His eyes glance over my face, my ears suddenly burning. He yawns, rubbing the traces of black eyeliner from around his muddy brown eyes, still, obviously, awaiting my answer.

"Ermm.."He lets his hands fall, a smile playing on his lips.

"Ermm? Some name."

"Wood... Oliver Wood." Social interaction, outside of ordering team mates of what move they should make next had never been my strong point. He nods again, sighing, a sign that he's bored with me already, he slides past, a yard or so away clears his throat, forcing me to turn around.

"Well, Wood, nice boxers." His fingers grab the hem of my black boxers, pulling on them a bit; he looks up at me, smiling again. He leaves, instinctively finding his way into Ezra's room, but not before sending me one more smirk.

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