Everything was still out of whack, but Sloane refused to let it get to her. It seemed like there was no end insight and though it pained her still, what else could she do. Cam refused to be honest with her about whatever it was that was going on or whatever it was that she'd done to throw the whole friendship off kilter, and she couldn't figure out what else to do. Unfortunately they couldn't get away from one another, though she tried to give the situation and him as much space as she could, there wasn't much to be done about classes of quidditch practice.

For what it was worth, they didn't cross paths much at practice anyway. She had a very specific skill to hone that needed no assistance from chasers really and so they were on opposite ends of the field doing what they needed to do. Thank Merlin for that. It was fucking cold out this morning though and that she didn't appreciate. Maybe it was the cold or the frustration getting to her, but she felt like the damn snitch was toying with her and she was over it.

Gone was her attention to the task however, when she heard shouts from the other end of pitch, her teammates starting to gather on the ground. Abandoning the snitch, she sped down the field to see what was the matter. The panic was easy to see on everyone's faces as two of her teammates raced away to get the nurse from the infirmary while another looked like she might in fact faint. Fortunately, Sloane was made of stronger stuff, thanks to four older brothers and so when she saw Cam's leg in its current position, she sucked in a deep breath and knelt down next to him, issues between them be damned.

"Have a bit of a fall have you?" Her tone was light, but her brows knit together in concern despite her best efforts.