@Quinn Healy, @Willow Anderson, @May Moonstar, @Flash Holmwood (Yefim), @Reid Kovacs, @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood (Valentin), @Piérre Marchonné (Romeo)

Interacting with: Everyone

It was as though the Quidditch game was still going on. They were still fighting. This was definitely no longer a game or friendly rivalry. Perhaps it never was. Even out on the field, it was bloody and violent. This whole thing was chaos.

The bully [YEFIM] pointed at her, saying something that she did not quite understand. It sounded a bit like the language her brother spoke but she did not know it herself. From his body language, it sounded like he was saying 'you' or 'you too' or something. The way he pointed at her, at the very least, made her feel that way.

Quinn started to refer to himself in third person. Or rather, as 'Queenie' in a voice that did not really sound like him. Both Reids - Reid Kovacs and Atlas Reid got involved, though their reactions were completely different. And people were attacking each other left, right and centre. Tackles, kicks, headlocks, things were getting out of control. Serena blinked in confusion as she spotted the Durmstrang Keeper attempt to stop his own.

She groaned as she tried to get up. Her bones had been healed but her body was still weaker than it should have been. It felt bruised and ached a little. "Stop this..." She mumbled out, her voice still not as loud as it normally was. Her body froze mid maneuver though. Her eyes widened. It all happened so quickly that she did not really know when or how but... She heard it. A snapping sound that she had learned to recognise from all of the hits that she had taken. A bone breaking. Quinn was by the small Durmstrang kid, his leg looked... "Quinn..." She whispered under her breath as she stared in dismay.

This was not happening. It was not happening. This was bad. Very bad. This was not just a fight at school or "legal" violence in a game of Quidditch. This was outside, with a stranger. This was bad. It was assault. Or was it self-defense. The other kid did start it. It had gone too far. Even though the punk had started it, it had been ended by a violent and horrific sound.

At least, that was what she thought. Apparently, it was not over. The Durmstrang seeker tried to attack Quinn. Reid was trying to diffuse the situation, trying to get the Durmstrang players to back the hell away. Willow... used magic to attack. Outside of school grounds, she was using magic. This was bad. This was... very bad. It was getting worse every second.

May went to Willow. The tension filled the room. Everyone likely knew how bad it was. Serena grunted a little as she moved off her bed, standing up. Slowly, she walked over to the chaos taking place. She ignored everyone around her.

"Quinn..." She said softly as she approached him. It took her a few moments to get to him in her slow speed. Out of nowhere, she went to hug him as best as she could. It was a little hard being around three feet smaller than him but she did her best to hug, pretty much his stomach unless he lifted her. Honestly, she had no idea what she was doing.

Serena had never seen this side of Quinn. He was literally the big friendly giant. Even when he played Quidditch, he seemed to hold back on his strength. He did not mean to hurt people. He protected them. She knew that. She had known him for three years. This was not him. She did not understand where it came from or what was going on. Perhaps a moment of frustration. He could literally break her at any moment too. But she battled through that. He would not. She trusted him. This was not him. Did he get hurt? Did he hit his head out there? Something happened. This was not him! "This... this isn't you... Please, please just stop," She whispered, her eyes tearing up. This was not him, damn it.

But this was the impression that everyone would remember. They thought he was a monster... He was not. This was not him. She would repeat that till her throat ached if she had to, "This isn't you..." She continued, still attempting to hug him.

Turning her head slightly to face the others. "This is a hospital, damn it!" Serena groaned as she raised her voice slightly, towards everyone who was physically trying to attack others, "Healers have enough to do as it is, stop making it worse!" She complained. They were not the only patients here. People were sick and injured, people needed care. This should not be happening, "Someone call a healer. NOW. That kid needs help," Serena added, as she pointed towards the one with the broken leg. It did not matter if he was a little shit in her opinion or if he "deserved" it, he was hurt and he needed assistance. That was all there was to it. If she could run as fast as she normally could, she would go outside and find a healer.

The only word that was loud enough to echo in the room was the now. She coughed a little after it, the sheer force of it straining her a little, "Dammit..." She cursed under her breathe, trying to figure out what the hell to do.

This was not how a celebration party was supposed to go.

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Interacting with @Serena Towers

He broke a student's legs in front of his teammates. He lashed out and broke someone's leg. Quinn just broke Yefim's leg in a fit of blind rage. A look of sheer shock and surprise plastered on his wide eyed face. He began to shake uncontrollably looking over the terrified faces of his teammates. They looked scared of Quinn...no terrified of Quinn. He was all too used of that look a look he never thought they would aim at him. "M-Monster...i-im..."

He paused and tears started to well in his eyes as his mind grew further unstable. The headache was becoming unbearable as he gripped his head in pain grimacing as he fell into his self-deprecating nature. He started to block everyone out. "...M-Monster...i-im...freak. Useless...sorry...im sorry don't leave me too...im a monster...monster...monster....monster...." He started to repeat loud enough for everyone to hear. It was obvious that Quinn must have hit his head and was growing increasingly unstable. But before Harlin's voice could come back with a vengeance he felt something wrap around him.

[font="Monotype Corsiva"]"Quinn I know you can hear me! Let me out Queenie. Let me hurt these little shits more Queenie. I need this, we need this you useless giant. Let me out again Quinn I will not be denied!!"

"H-H-Harlin please....s-s-stop...c-can't..." He stopped as tears began to fall and he finally heard the words of Serena whose presence he felt for the first time. Like a torrential downpour Quinn started to cry uncontrollably wrapping his log like arms around her pulling her closer to him. It was a strong hug, tight even but not crushing it was more desperate as he quickly and profusely apologized over and over again. hiccuping and tripping over his own words as he cried like the child he was. He was practically wailing while holding his dear friend for life. Her presence and voice the only thing keeping him sane right now as he tried to block everything out.

Quinn could no longer hold anything in it just came pouring out. All his pent up anger, sadness, rejection, anxiety all of it came gushing out.[/size][/font]

Annie's attempt to grab Valentin:
Annie's Accuracy - [1d20 : 11 ] + 10 = 21 Succesful
Valentin's Evasion - [1d20 : 11 ] + 6 = 17
No strength check (not attempting to damage/choke for now)

Mentions: @Quinn Healy @Atlas Reid
Interactions: @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood (iNPC Valentin)

Yefim is basically unresponsive, but feel free to continue to interact

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Everything was dark and numb. Serena had absolutely no idea how long it had been, but it felt like forever that she was just laying there. But then, through the absolute quiet, some sound broke through: yelling and lots of it. Serena’s eyes slowly opened. The first thing she noticed was the throbbing all around her head. And the bright, fluorescent lights weren’t helping at all. Slowly sitting up, she saw some very familiar surroundings. Memories of seeing her father lying, badly injured on a hospital bed, came flooding back to her. Serena remembered how happy she was to see him again, especially since she thought he was gone forever. Still, it had been hard seeing him so beat-up like that. St. Mungo’s definitely brought back some bittersweet memories.

While there were loads of loud noises coming from somewhere else in the room, Serena couldn’t process what was happening. She wasn’t even looking, instead keeping her eyes firmly trained on the bedsheets. All Serena knew was that her head was killing her, her body was sore, and she just wanted everyone to shut up. Not that she would voice that opinion out loud, at least not yet anyway.

But then with a loud and disturbing crack, Serena’s wish was granted. Most of the yelling had stopped. Finally, she began to process some of the words. Someone was asking for a Healer, and another was crying. Serena looked over to see that a boy, perhaps from the Durmstrang team, appeared to be in immense pain, his leg having been broken. And the one crying was her captain, Quinn. And Willow and Aaron were looking at him in shock. But why? Had Quinn…? No, no way. The Quinn Serena knew would never break someone’s leg like that! Hell, when they were falling, he had wrapped his arms around her, making sure that he got the brunt of the injuries! Merlin knew how much worse she would be feeling right now if he hadn't have done that!

”What-” Serena began before being stopped by a coughing fit. How long had she been out? Once the coughs had finally subsided, she tried again. “What happened?” She asked, her voice hoarse.

Interacting with: Everyone in the Room

Hjørdis never really enjoyed Quidditch. It was not a sport that she had played much nor did she understand why people seemed to love it. It just seemed so... violent. Unnecessarily violent. Who decided that a sport for children should contain a ball that was made out of iron and had a mind of its own?! But the game she had witnessed was far worse than she had anticipated. There was a lot of students falling to the ground. It looked so brutal. The fact that they were celebrating in the hospital came as no surprise after that game.

She sighed, it was not exactly the celebratory party that she wanted the students to have but... it was the best they could do, given how most of the team were still recovering. Being blatched, bludgered and falling dozens of feet straight into the ground was not a pleasant experience by any means. Watching it made her heart ache. She could not even begin to imagine how much pain they had experienced. The professor had been in the room earlier, watching over them for a bit. However, most of the students were asleep then so she went out to do something a bit special.

Walking through the corridors, she carefully levitated a large box behind her as she did. Normally, she would not be too bothered about the box. But they were in the hospital, she had to be careful not to get in the way of other emergencies. Perhaps she ought to have gotten someone to carry it... That always made things easier. Yes. Smart. Smiling at a guy near her, she batted her eyelids, until she convinced him to carry it for her. Got to give the guy a chance to flex his muscles, right?!

With that sorted, she made her way to the Hufflepuff team's room. Well, it was also the Durmstrang team's room and there was enough in the rather large - and probably kind of heavy - box for both teams. She looked back at the guy carrying the box, smirking slightly. If nothing else, she was glad that she did not have to carry it. It was pretty heavy.

The Hogwarts Professor found herself approaching the room when she heard... raised voices?! Her eyes widened, quickening her pace till she pushed open the door. Her eyes quickly scanned the room. Durmstrang students were mixed in with the Hogwarts ones. The new Nurse was screaming about something, a look that could kill on his face. The giant in the room - quite literally - was... sobbing? A student who she did not recognised - most definitely Durmstrang - had a broken leg. What the hell was happening in here?!?

Luckily she did not need to do anything. Dupont seemed to have a handle on things - at least... he was screaming like he did. She moved towards the Hufflepuffs, forgetting about the giant box that was being carried in. It was full of food that she had made. Food for the celebration... that now seemed like it had turned to disaster already. Healy was sobbing. Anderson and Jones looked shaken up too. Half the team looked either angry or hurt. What the hell had happened in here?

She looked at Morgan, who was holding a Durmstrang child in her grip. The look on her face suggested that Morgan should let go. Dupont made it very clear that they should stay separated. Hjørdis just hoped that the students followed through with that advice without kicking up a fuss. Sigh.

Her hand rested on the shoulder of Jones, who happened to be the closest person she had found - not wanting to get in the way of Dupont tending to the Durmstrang child's leg. It was a soft touch, some might even say... comforting? Not many would say that, of course. Her blank expression was anything but comforting but those who knew Hjørdis - which probably was not a lot of people - this was 'comforting' in her books, "Are you both alright? Is everyone else okay?" She asked softly, towards Jones and Anderson in particular. It was obvious Healy was not alright, asking him that right now was not going to be the best idea. And it was obvious the Durmstrang kid was also not alright by his condition. Did she want to know what had occurred here? She felt like the answer was a no... Sometimes, ignorance really was a bliss. But she asked them about everyone else, in case anyone else was also hurt.

Interacting with: @Quinn Healy mostly

Her eyes watered up at the sight of her friend. He was holding his head, calling himself a monster repeatedly. Serena shook her head violently, "No, no you're not, Quinn, listen to me, you're not. This isn't you..." She repeated over and over, trying to get through to him. This was not him. She had known him for years. This was not the person she knew. The Quinn Healy that she knew was sweet, kind, caring. He was a shield. He would stand in front of his friends and protect them. Despite his size and strength, he was gentle. He was not aggressive, he was not violent, he was not... whatever this was.

He did not seem to be listening to her but she said the words nonetheless. Serena felt him respond to her, pulling her into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his neck as best as she could and hugged his head if she could reach it now, "It's ok, Quinn, it's ok... It will be ok..." She whispered into his ear. Was she telling him or herself? She had no idea at this point. Tears streamed down her face. It broke her heart seeing him in this state. Someone behind her literally just had their leg broken... This... was bad. It was really bad. There was no hiding it but she had no idea what else to say or do.

The voice of someone broke over her own voice. She did not recognise him but he was likely one of the St. Mungos healers? Good, there was help. He seemed to be getting to work. That was good. The brat from Durmstrang would be alright then, yes? Serena was angry at the brat for being rude and starting this for no reason but... he still needed to be healed. That was all there was to it. Serena hugged Quinn tightly, "It's okay, Quinn. You are not a monster. You are not. Do you hear me? I don't care what he says, I don't care what anyone says. I know you. I know you're kind and gentle nad sweet. Okay?" Serena gently scolded him through her shaky voice as she tried hard to stop sobbing but failed. It did not matter what she had just witnessed. She might have disagreed with Quinn's reaction but it was a mistake, right? A momentary lapse. The other kid had provoked him. This was not something he wanted to do. That much was obvious. His reaction made it obvious that this hurt him just as much. Maybe not physically but it mentally hurt him.

"Got it? You are my friend. And I don't care what anyone says." She instructed. She had no idea who this 'Harlin' he kept mentioning was but... it did not matter. All that mattered right now was making sure Quinn realised that he was not a monster or a freak or useless. He was her friend. She did not know if her words would help at all, she had no idea what she was even saying. Serena was just rambling everything that came to her mind, trying to get him to stop apologising or stop crying, "You are incredible. This was a mistake. It's not you, it's not. I know that. I need to you to believe that too. This isn't you. Just ignore everyone else. It doesn't matter what anyone else says or thinks or does. You are not a monster, got it? It will be okay..." She kept saying.

Interacting with @Aaron Jones & @Hjørdis Jensen

Everything seemed to be happening around Willow as she stared at the scene in front of her. Quinn's voice changing, Serena coming to comfort him. Yefim howling in pain from a deliberately broken leg, Aaron's hand in hers shaking. There were people just now coming into a scene of shock and disbelief. Wands had been drawn, spells attempted, people were hurt, emotionally and physically. All over a Quidditch game that had ended hours ago. Pride was a hard thing to be broken, let alone deal with afterwards. She watched as a nurse ran in yelling to heal Yefim, she numbly moved out of his way.

There was no more feeling in this moment. She was exhausted from feeling. A voice drew her attention, a familiar one that once helped pull the students out of a different kind of darkness in the basements of Hufflepuff. Asking if they were alright. Were any of them ok? The game had been brutal and hard. This was just adding onto everything. Her head started shaking before she could recognize it was moving. Her voice cracking out. "Today was supposed to be fun. This... this isn't fun anymore." Quidditch was supposed to be a joy, but the scene that had unfolded throughout the day had just become a horror.