What the actual fuck was up with this match?

Even drugged and hyped up on pain potions for his knee and shoulder Becks was foggy, but fuck. Two players down in a matter of moments.

He had to be useful.

They were doomed.

Lestrange better catch the snitch soon.

Unfortunately he couldn't be in two places at once so Bixby was on his own. Beckett moved to deflect the bludger hit at Robins towards the Moroccan seeker.

[D4]