Her stomach flipped uneasily as she landed near her teammates. In all her years of playing she'd never seen a buldger into the stands. Where the areas in Britain not warded against such? As bad as it was of her to say when she was unsure of the injuries, she was grateful it hadn't been one of their beaters to send it into the crowd.

"MacFusty's buldger went into the crowds bad," she spoke to their Keeper, feeling complied to whisper. Her Arabic was far better than her English. Defaulting to it right now was easy. If only they were making announcements in such.

Their uniforms would have charms to cushion the impact of a buldger, someone in the audience would have no such foresight.

She froze for a moment as Sabri's words caught her attention. "Wait, did you just say someone died?" Frick. That was bad. What would happen now? To the person, everyone else, and the match?