It did not hurt, not like she had heard true bludgers did. Nonetheless, Polly had been so focused upon one bludger that her collision with another had come as quite the shock and she was left feeling frazzled as well as now dusty as she took her mandated time-out. The sixth year bit her lip as she worked to dam up the tears of frustration prickling in the corners of her eyes; it would not do, after all, to be seen as a poor sport.

When she had served her time, the Slytherin returned to the skies.