Closed Fallen Eagle PV Post-Quidditch Game

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Interacting With: @Marshal Mozor

Outfit: Quidditch Uniform

Mentioning: @Piérre Marchonné as Romeo Marchonné

English | Irish

Quidditch was a dangerous sport, Winnie had not expected to escape falling off her broom forever. She had already accepted her fate by the time the team of weirdly handsome boys had finally managed to knock her off her broom.

She had fallen out of the sky like a meteorite crashing through the earth’s atmosphere to be embraced by the soil below. Her descent had been stalled by a hand that had shot forward to snatch her out of the sky. The arm had belonged to the Durmstrang boy she had taunted earlier on in the game, it was meant as a bit of banter, harmless flirting even. Had he misunderstood and decided to teach her a lesson? His grip had been firm, she could remember that much. What he had grabbed, her neck, the hood of her uniform, she was unsure of, but it was mere moments before she was tumbling towards the ground again.

Unfortunately soil was not a soft surface to crash into, and consciousness meant pain. Winnie wasn’t certain how she had gotten into a hospital bed, but someone must have brought her there. Someone had also treated her injuries, had managed to fix her likely broken bones. She couldn't remember who had healed her, but she was thankful for whoever they were.

Regardless of their skill, opening her eyes was painful. Her head was pounding and the world around her still swayed. She forced herself to squint to try and see her surroundings; a figure sat at her bedside, but their form was a just a blur. She believed they were male because the hand holding her own felt larger. It had to be him. Matt. She stirred in her bed and tried to give the hand a squeeze.

“You came...” Her throat felt dry; she swallowed the lump in it and wet her lips, the taste of her strawberry lipbalm still present. “I was scared... I've never fallen before.” She tried to pull him into an embrace, her eyes falling closed again. Merlin, her head hurt so much. "J-Just hug me for a bit, please?" If 'Matt' had allowed her to pull him closer, she would lean in to seal their lips together, her eyes still closed.

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