Fudge tried to get his bat in the way of the bludger heading towards him, but too late; it rammed his shoulder, hopefully only leaving a stain on his robes and not any underlying injury to Fudge's batting arm. The younger crew wasn't faring well either — Pettigrew managed to roll out of the way but Gallivan had been hit, and Jameson Potter had been knocked off his broomstick... No, strike that, apparently Jameson Potter had just fallen off of his broomstick before the bludger even reached him, though it certainly had no trouble finding him now that he was a static, dangling target. Ben blew his whistle and climbed on his broom to go retrieve the boy. Cushioning charms or not, a fall from that height would certainly hurt.

The bludgers, obviously, had no respect for a coach's whistle, but hopefully enough of the students had noticed that they wouldn't try to actively direct any of them to this area while Ben was mid-rescue of the eleven-year-old.

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