Next Time, I'll Let You Try

Scorpius couldn't speak, so he just stared in horror. Down and down the quaffle went, the aggressiveness never fading, arms never growing tired - that was probably due to all of the Quidditch training, Scorpius thought briefly. With every hit a new splatter of blood erupted up and onto Albus, but he didn't seem to notice it, nor cared for that matter. He just continued to bring down the quaffle onto Kyle's face.