Fevers, Slugs, and Broken Noses; Oh My! pv Closed

Stunning Banner by Winnie Harper

@Santario Martin

Marshal was nothing if not studious, at least relating to the subject of quidditch. Having learned of the sport little more than a year prior, large portions of his life had been dedicated to becoming a master in its rules, influence and history. Nowadays, he knew near everything there was to know about the magical game; forget being a student of other subjects at Hogwarts - he cared only to be a scholar of snitches, of bludgers and quaffles. He wanted to feel the wind in his hair as he sliced through the air, to warm his heart against the cold with the camaraderie of his teammates, and to experience the honeyed taste of victory, as hundreds of fans lent their voices to his triumph.
There was nothing that would dissuade his adoration, nor stop him from making the Gryffindor team in the upcoming tryout. Nothing, that is, save for his apparent lack of ability to avoid trees.

With a sensible desire to improve his skills of maneuvering a broom, the boy had ventured outside the protective walls of the school and into the open world, which was dominated by the sky he so longed to touch. Armed with nothing but a broom, he had set out to face the imminent milestones of practice and improvement. Taking to the skies, he would embrace the fueling fire of determination, and tackle the task of personal achievement.
Like a flying eagle he'd soared, unhindered by the ironic congruity to the Ravenclaw mascot. Convinced that the sunlight reflected off his eyes of gold, and that his windblown clothing made him appear like a veritable superhero, he'd accordingly searched the grounds below for a pretty face to impress.
Low and behold, he'd found one, gazing up at him with the awe of a toddler discovering Superman for the first time. He'd assumed, at least. The distance was between them was notable.
Flashing the girl his best white-capped grin, he'd turned his eyes back to the path ahead, just in time to spot the thick tree branch that would proceed to wallop his nose like it had just insulted the tree's mother.

Darkness. Prevailing over conscious thought, the dull clouds of nothingness had enveloped his mind. The next thing he remembered was waking up to find his crooked form lying prone on the ground, just at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Not that he'd remembered where he was for a good two minutes.
Kept conscious only by the throbbing pain in his entire face, the boy had contemplated the exact events that led to such a predicament, until a blurred face invaded his vision.
Upon examining the features of that face, his memories of the past few minutes had returned, urging him to leap to his feet and pretend that his world wasn't spinning at the speed of sound.
Assuring the concerned girl that he was fine, he would then excuse himself from the conversation, knowing that he certainly required a trip to the hospital wing.

Presently, the blonde boy stumbled into the wing, blood dripping down one arm as he clutched his broken nose with that hand. White t-shirt stained red, he squinted in an attempt to steady the pain in his head. Staggering slightly as nausea threatened to topple him once more, he was a rather sorry sight. Frankly, it was a miracle he'd made it to his destination in the first place.
His uncertain eyes fell upon a figure standing within the room. Focusing a bit harder, he vaguely recognized the girl, having seen her in the hallways multiple times through his first year at Hogwarts.
He'd admired the exquisite details of her appearance every time then, and this instance was no exception.

Gathered in a masterful braid, her dark hair provided a stunning contrast to the fair hue of her skin. Like a raven flying amidst a snowy sky, it stood apart from the soft tones of her graceful features, lulling him into the quiet expression in her blue eyes, until he was lost to the peaceful silence akin to that which descends upon a frozen wood.
That silence echoed with significance, until it was shattered by another wave of nausea passing through his skull.

Closing his eyes momentarily, Marshal fought the darkness that threatened to envelop him once more. After a few seconds, he refocused on the girl before him.
"I know this is the hospital wing, but it seems a little early for an angel to take me to heaven." He attempted a painful grin, sorely unaware of the blood which marred his pearly whites.
As if in reaction to the line, yet another stream of sickness assaulted him, bringing him to a knee.
Hand shooting out to steady him against the wall, he refocused on her. "Wow. There's even three of you. I feel so special."

Attention @Marshal Mozor

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