𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐒.
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One of them, an amateur artist, is at her wit's end and often wonders what new thing shall take place each year.
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"He looks a bit peaky, doesn't he?" Ron said.
"Peaky? What do you expect? He fell over a hundred feet!" Fred exclaimed.
"Yeah, c'mon Ron. Lets walk you off the Astronomy tower and see what you look like." His twin, George added.
The group of Gryffindors were standing comically around their unconscious, talented young seeker who was on the bed in the infirmary. They were all deeply worried for him.
"Probably a right sight better than he normally does." Harry jokingly said making them all gasp and sigh in relief. They all smiled when they saw Harry lift himself to sit upright, his back resting on the headboard. Carina rushed to sit down on the bed beside him.
"How're you feeling?" Hermione asked him sitting on the chair.
"Oh, brilliant." He said with a pinch of sarcasm.
"You gave us a right good scare there, mate." George said handing Harry his round glasses.
"What happened?" Harry asked placing the glasses on his face.
"Well, you fell off your broom." Ron exclaimed.
"Good job, Ron." Carina said, "State the obvious."
"I meant the match. Are we doing a replay?" Harry asked again.
An uncomfortable silence fell stiffly upon the group and they all shared fiddly glances. No one was able to open their mouths except Carina who was able to work up the courage. "Diggory got the snitch after you fell." Carina sighed out. "He didn't notice. When he saw you on the ground, he demanded for a rematch. But the committee said that the Hufflepuffs won fair and square... even Wood admits it." She finished.
"Oh.. Where's Wood anyway?" Harry said after a moment of silence, realizing that Wood was in fact not present with them. "Still in the showers," Replied Fred. "We think he's trying to drown himself." Harry groaned aloud not being able to hold it in anymore. He pulled his knees up and pushed his face in them, his hands gripping his still wet messy hair tightly.
"No one blames you, Harry." Hermione began. "The Dementors aren't supposed to come inside the grounds. Dumbledore was furious. As soon as he saved you, he sent them straight off."
"There's a uh— Something else you should know too, Harry." Ron started nervously. "When you fell, your Nimbus it— it sort of.. — blew into the Whomping Willow, and well, you know.."
"And?" Harry was dreading the answer.
"The Whomping willow's a very violent tree, Harry. You know that..." Carina said softly, grabbing the sack from the floor that was filled with the broken contents of the broom— his broom. She carefully opened it, showing it to Harry who only stared at the splintered wood with a grim expression, feeling absolutely crushed inside.
