Sloane laid curled up on the ground for a moment, sucking in the air that had been knocked out of her. Once that was under control she eyed her brother in annoyance. Slowly she sat up, rubbing the arm she landed on tentatively. It would be bruised for sure, but nothing felt broken. At least there was that. The last thing she wanted to do today was head to the hospital for some potions.

"I lost control, alright?" She really wasn't in the mood for this. It would be smart of her to walk away now without making too much of a scene that to try and stick it out much longer. Sloane knew herself better than that. She'd turned into a moody third year overnight and that was that.

Hauling herself off the ground, she winced, but bent to grab her broom from the dirt slowly. "I'm done for today." She announced. It was time to clean up and take a nap, or just straight up go to bed. Merlin what she wouldn't give to just disappear for a little while. Maybe she'd head over to Calla's for a little while. Her friend never shied away from hosting a grumpy Sloane and with a myriad of sisters around, they were likely to understand her mood better than idiot brothers.