A loud thump echoed through the field during Quidditch practice. You literally heard James’ body falling down from his broomstick. Thanks to Merlin, the oaf was lucky and got off with a split eyebrow and a few bruises - the bludger flew right into his face. His teammates wanted to run after the nurse and offered to take him there, to which he said that they better not and he’s ’completely fine’. He was stubborn and unyielding, so instead of going to the shower, eating and going to bed like all the other teammates, you stood in front of James, who was sitting on an empty field bench, treating his wound.

"It's just so humid and foggy outside..of course I didn't see the damn thing...," he continued to grumble nonstop, justifying himself to you. He looked as if the bludger had hit him right in the ego, too.