Ned listened to the chatter about Greta and frowned. His gaze drifted over to Anne, hoping she was too engrossed in the game to speak up on the matter. He was certain she would have opinions. If his sister wished to become a quidditch player, he was fairly certain he would find some way for that to happen. Even if it meant sacrificing his broom so that she had full use of it.

Sisse drew him away from his thoughts, and he stared in horror as the bludger in question went straight into a spectator box. Ever the big brother, he shifted his body a bit, hoping that he could somewhat shield Anne's view. However, he was somewhat distracted trying to get a good look that he didn't do the best job.

"Merlin, I hope everyone is okay."

But how could they? Even up in a private box, they were all sat fairly close to one another. Hopefully, someone just broke a kneecap, since that seemed to be a theme.