While the conversation surrounded her Sisse’s eyes caught on the dirty air near one of the chasers. “That doesn’t seem like fair play.” She commented, her eyebrows furrowing as she suspected it to be a nasty trick.

But it wasn’t foul play that would make Sisse concerned to be a spectator at every quidditch game she would ever attend in the future. No, it was the bludger that was hurtling right toward the stands - indeed for a moment it almost seemed to be coming their way. “Do you see that?” She gasped, pointing (rather unladylike) in the direction of the bludger. Her breathe caught in her chest as she watched in horror as the scene that unfolded before her. It had hit a spectator box.