(Q)Fear? It's all in your head.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth gulped what the hell was that! what have I done? now to dig myself out of this hole "err just messing around you know, friendly dual!" what happened he waved his wand and the bounds on Malfoy disappeared, he then limped up to Malfoy picked up his wand and gave it to him with a "I'm dreadfully sorry!"

[Helia Ollivander]

Something didn't convince her, "Henry... are you ok?" she knew that Malfoy would pull something out of his hat about how she should be asking him if he was okay, but she was worried about Bog right now. Something wasn't right. "Do you want to go see the nurse or something, you aren't looking too good." he was unusually pale, and his eyes looked like they were glued open, and something in his voice was making her think he had no clue what had just happened.

[Henry Boggleworth]

Boggleworth eyes glazed over, he felt horrible, what the hell happend he wondered. Shaking his head he lied to Halo "erm, yeah I'm alright, could be better though, you know!" though he was sounding unusually anxious he smiled at Halo trying to make it seem alright

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco looked from Ollivander to Boggleworth with raised eyebrows, gaping, before scowling. "Oh yes, Boggleworth. Are you okay? I mean, you were obviously the victim here." He clenched his teeth as he rubbed his sore limbs. "Lets take you to the infirmary, because you just hexed a completely innocent student. Yes, I can see why you'd be in so much pain." He brushed off his robes and let out an exasperated sigh, rolling his eyes.

[Helia Ollivander]

Halos mind was reeling with different retorts to Malfoys ever present self interest, but finally her concionce returned. She gave a last look at Bog, "Well, if you're sure..." she turned to Malfoy, "Do you need some help Malfoy?" she asked, trying to be sincere though in her mind she was heckling him about how a hufflepuff hexed him into binds, but once her concionce was back it took awhile to get over it. "I can carry you on my broom to the infirmary if you like, Draco." ok, she was pushing it a little, but it was her nature.

[Draco Malfoy]

"On that thing?" Draco sneered, brushing off his robes and sending a glare in Boggleworth's direction. "I wouldn't want to be seen on a Weasley's broom." He said arrogantly, running his fingers through his hair and looking away. "Though, I'm fine I think, for the most part. If these scratches scar, however, be ready for death, Boggleworthless." He muttered, rubbing his wrists.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Well that's surely the wittiest come back I've heard in years." she said rolling her eyes. "And just because your jealous of my custom broom doesn't mean you have to be rude about its origins." okay, so he wasn't jealous but it certainly made her feel better to pretend that's what it was. "Well if you're both fine and dandy, I'm going to leave you be." She walked across the pitch and began taking apart the broom to see what was wrong with it.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco held back a grin, knowing it was hardly the wittiest thing he'd ever said, but it just worked so perfectly. Hearing her next retort however, he scoffed and ran a hand across his own broom, "Oh yes, I'm extremely jealous of a Weasley's broom." He said rolling his eyes, "They can't even afford proper robes, nor books... Not even a proper owl, come to think of it." He smirked slightly, following Ollivander. "Already malfunctioning is it?" He was careful to grip his wand in his hand, in case Boggleworth tried anything again.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Ah, so you don't know then?" she asked as she looked back at Draco. "Obviously not," she chuckled. "Ron just got a top of the line, brand new, not yet released to the public..." she waited for the words to sink in, "Sleekspeed broom." It felt so good to be the first to tell Draco that Ron Weasley had broom that, unless he became extremly favored by Professor Mandrake, he would never have.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco's smirk disappeared and he stared at Ollivander stunned for a number of minutes. Then, collecting himself, he narrowed his eyes and tightened his grip on his own broom. "That's not possible," he said disbelievingly, "Unless of course, he's accepting more charity. A Weasley would never be able to afford such a thing."

His teeth clenched as he remembered the letters his father had sent him recently. He was not to get a new broom until he made the Quidditch team, which he hadn't. He replied however, as if that were not the case.

"I'm sure the broom's creator would gladly sell my father a broomstick, anyway." He said, trying to attempt a smirk through his surprise and anger. "He can be very persuasive."

[Helia Ollivander]

She smiled, "It was a gift, yes. You might want to be nicer to him though, he's got connections." In her head Helia was laughing like a maniac. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her. "Oh, and I'm sure your father could, possibly, buy a broom. But I heard that the manufacturer was only going to make a certain number and was going to give most of them to the winning quidditch team at the end of the season. Whoever he is that is. Very few know..." it was true. Not many people did know who had created the Sleekspeed, and she was quite enjoying keeping it that way. "I'm sure you might be able to persuade Ron to sell you his for the right price though." she smiled broadly.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco gritted his teeth through her explanation, his heel digging into the lush grass of the quidditch pitch. "Oh yeah? Weasley would do anything for a couple of galleons, wouldn't he?" He snarled. "Father could find out right away the manufacturer's name, Ollivander. If Ronald Weasley has connections," he snorted, "Then my father certainly does. Stronger ones, I'm guessing."

He then smirked, "Though, it looks like you won't be getting the sleekspeed either, if he'll be giving them out to the winning quidditch team. I mean, the Ravenclaw's captain must have no clue what they're doing, the team always looks so unprepared." His smirk grew, "Who is their captain, again?" He asked tauntingly.

[Helia Ollivander]

"Remind me again, Draco, what position do you play on the Slytherin team?" she asked innocently. "BEcause the brooms are for the team, not jst the snottiest people in the hosue." She pulled a few twigs out of the tail of her broom, "Where'd the sand paper go..." she shuffled around in her pockets, "There we go!" she pulled out a patch of rough paper and began sanding down the handle, "Well, I wish you luck Malfoy. You're sure gonna need it." she began re-tying the tail of her broom and sat it up, "Lovely." she said admiring her work, "Ciao," she mounted and whipped off.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco glared at Ollivander haughtily before spinning around on his heel, purposely pushing past Boggleworth (Hoping to knock him over) and making his way to the castle in a huff.