"Ah! I'm dying!"
Malfoy lay in the mud on the Quidditch Pitch, clutching his leg and wailing.
"Shut up, you idiot!"
As soon as the match ended, Snape was the first to run over and check their injuries.
Fortunately, neither injury was too serious. Malfoy had broken a leg, while a Bludger had broken one of Harry's arms.
When Snape heard Malfoy still howling, he scolded him in exasperation.
They were both injured, but look at Potter! He wasn't making a sound. He had merely passed out!
Damn it! Draco, you're useless. Lucius, you've let me down!
"They look hurt. Let's go see!"
"Mm, okay!"
The others in the stands watched Jerry walk away with his arm around Hermione, Wand in hand. They were speechless. Good for you two. You're so considerate.
The rain was already heavy, and the stands were small and crowded. Then Jerry had cast an Impervius Charm with his Wand, diverting every drop that would have fallen on him and Hermione onto everyone else in the stands.
"Are you both all right?"
By the time Jerry and Hermione reached the pitch, players from both teams had gathered around the injured pair, and Harry had regained consciousness.
Snape watched Jerry stroll over, dry and spotless. He shook his hair, freshly "washed" by the rain, then raised his head and glared at Jerry.
Jerry: ??
What does this have to do with me? You picked every one of them!
How many times have you replaced your Seeker? Has anything changed? Different players, same result.
Flint would have a point, too. Look at the players I used to have, then look at this lot you expect me to lead.
*What level of Quidditch is Slytherin playing now? With so few players, even Malfoy can become Seeker. Can he catch