Cameron winced at the image of a battered and broken Sloane on the quidditch pitch. She was just so tiny; would she even survive a fall from a similar height? She'd always been tougher than she'd looked, but that didn't change the fact that she was still at least half a foot shorter than him!
"You didn't tell me about that," he mumbled, partly to himself. She hadn't really told him anything since the school year had started, and they were almost halfway through February. Would things ever return back to normal? He was beginning to doubt it. If she still kept up her barrier when he was in the hospital wing, how would he go about breaking it when everything went back to normal.
"You won't have to. I'll get back on the team," he replied, sounding discouraged. "Maybe I won't fall off my broom next time."
"You didn't tell me about that," he mumbled, partly to himself. She hadn't really told him anything since the school year had started, and they were almost halfway through February. Would things ever return back to normal? He was beginning to doubt it. If she still kept up her barrier when he was in the hospital wing, how would he go about breaking it when everything went back to normal.
"You won't have to. I'll get back on the team," he replied, sounding discouraged. "Maybe I won't fall off my broom next time."
