This had probably been a very bad idea, in retrospect. James was an awkward mess of limbs on a good day--he was in the throes of a growth spurt at the moment, after all--and adding ice to that equation was almost certainly a very, very bad idea. He'd been ice skating before, and he probably remembered what he was doing, but it was still... awkward, at best.

Honestly, James was less surprised by the collision itself and more surprised that it wasn't his fault. He still went skidding forward until he hit his knees on the ice with an "Oof!" Ow. Looking around at the boy who'd collided with him, James grimaced, but said, "I think so. Er. Can you help me up?"

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