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Date and Time: Saturday, July 29th. Evening after the quidditch game ended.

Tes was in a state of shock, so to speak. When she and Daphne had been the last two on all of Hufflepuff team after Annie was knocked down, she'd fully expected for her team to lose and that was that, not that she was overly worried about not winning. When she woke up a short while later, they let her know it was decided to be a tie! The absurdity of it all left Tes laughing uproariously, despite her aching ribs.

Leaving the medical tent after assuring the mediwizards she was fine after a bit of patching up, Tes was giddy with the exhilaration of her first quidditch game! Sure, it had lasted a very short amount of time, and the unsportsmanlike fouls of the Durmstrang team didn't sit right with her, considering the game should be about playing, not pulling people from their brooms without scoring a single point. In the end though it wasn't that big of a deal, and Tes was just happy she'd gotten to fly at all! Even if it had only been with only two other team members, and she'd spent what little time she'd been in the air catching Daphne in a desperate dive before being the two were pulled from her broom by who she assumed was the oldest of the three chasers from the other team.

When she'd flown into the air she'd wondered if falling from a broom like that could be much worse than falling from a horse or from her broom during training. Unfortunately, it was, and while the mediwizards had been ready to heal her up when she landed, the desperate scramble to hold onto her new broom and subsequent landing that knocked the breath right out of her was terrifying. After their healing and a brief rest in a bed until she got her wits about her, she felt more like it had been a tumble out of a tree or a slip from a horse, rather than like she'd been pulled from a moving magical broomstick high up in the air. Once she was feeling well enough to leave, she visited with the few team members that were awake before wandering off to go get showered and changed.

Her hair was damp, and her skin still felt overheated from the excitement of the match despite the cold rain and lateness of the afternoon, so Tes neglected to wear her usual signature bandanas in an effort to cool down. The one to tie back her wild hair and the one to cover her prominent werewolf bite were both tucked safely in her jacket pocket, the bright yellow monstrosity tied around her waist. All she was wearing was a pair of heavy work boots, faded jeans, and a simple black tank top, freckled shoulders and toned arms bare to the weather. Once she cooled off, she was planning to put the jacket or the bandana on to cover up her wrist.

She was intending to go find some of the Durmstrang players, to congratulate them on the game and to show them she harbored no ill-will despite their less than honest strategy. That, and she'd never met a Durmstrang student before. Their flying ability had been incredible! She'd heard rumors that they were intimidating brutes with no emotions, but she never put much thought into things like that. People said that about werewolves too, and she sure wasn't like that. Besides, the connection she'd seen between the other team's seeker and older beater had certainly been there. There was no doubt that team cared about each other from the way Tes had seen them work together, to the detriment of her own team's health. The only issue was, she wasn't exactly sure where to find them now everyone should've left the quidditch pitch.

So distracted by her pondering of how to find the other team's members, she almost missed seeing one of them in the distance! It was the small beater, the one she'd chatted with (more or less) during the game. Forgetting all about the deep scarring bared on her right wrist, Tes began to walk in that direction. She would've jogged, but her ribs were still bothering her, so she was stuck walking gingerly towards him. Once she got close enough to catch his eye, she waved at the elbow, arm not lifting any more than it had to, to avoid stretching sore muscles, but trying to get his attention. He was about half a foot shorter than her and looked almost cute with his pleasant face. He was quite charming and unassuming for a beater, Tes couldn't help but think. Approaching within a reasonable distance to interact with him, she gave him a bright smile, put out her hand to shake, and leaned forward slightly in a friendly greeting.

"Hello! My name is Tesla Stone, but you can call me Tes. You were a beater too, right?" she introduced herself, unaware of any difficulty the other boy may have had with understanding her English, just as she was blissfully unaware of the mistake she was making in not covering her wrist.