—rustling brooms fly past, as you’d stir to the right for your teammate to pass the ball. you were one of the only students who had never fallen once, during the quidditch matches. you were a year 6, playing quidditch since year 2. it was a sport you were already familiar with, since your father loved it. although this match was different.. as you past your opponent, they seemed to swerve without you knowing you were hit with one of the bludgers, it came directly cracking at your ribs. as you’d lost grip on your broom sending you forwards, rolling onto the field. you didn’t move, as Professor Hooch blew a whistle to stop the game immediately. the crowds of students all gasped in fear, as some slytherin students seemed to snicker thinking it was a joke.. since you had never fallen. not even once.

You’d laid against the field, as professor hooch ran to your side, checking your pulse. you’d had been knocked unconscious as your pulse was very slow, almost shallow.. she’s thrown a hand trying to call people over, Professor Mcgonagall quickly came, before leaving soonly after to get Madam pomfrey.

—a bruised rib, more like a shattered rib. it was a hard hit, almost deathly getting hit with a bludger wasn’t morally fun.. Severus from the stands stared, he was your father after all.. his face said it all before he quickly stood running down from the stands toward’s where the crowds of people around you were..