The game came to a halt, and the announcer’s words echoed in his ears. Lachlan MacFusty’s has gone into the stands and into one of the boxes.
Like a deer in headlights, Lachlan stopped on his broomstick and stared into the crumbling box. The cries from the crowd were like cries from hell—panicked, loud, and an omen of the guilt and condemnation to come.
He’d—completely unintentionally—sent his bludger into the crowd, and now someone was hurt. He wasn’t sure of the extent, but it couldn’t possibly be good.
He gulped and broke his gaze on the box, his head whipping around to survey the reactions not only of the crowd, but his opponents and teammates.
The game had to go on, he supposed, or else he’d be response for an injury and a loss.
He flew on, in no particular direction.
(C2 —> C3)
Like a deer in headlights, Lachlan stopped on his broomstick and stared into the crumbling box. The cries from the crowd were like cries from hell—panicked, loud, and an omen of the guilt and condemnation to come.
He’d—completely unintentionally—sent his bludger into the crowd, and now someone was hurt. He wasn’t sure of the extent, but it couldn’t possibly be good.
He gulped and broke his gaze on the box, his head whipping around to survey the reactions not only of the crowd, but his opponents and teammates.
The game had to go on, he supposed, or else he’d be response for an injury and a loss.
He flew on, in no particular direction.
— way too attractive set by mj <3 —