Sloane, more than content to watch and answer any questions by the little sisters of the box (oh, how the tides had turned!) was keeping a close eye on her brother as things got progressively more violent. Ugh. If there was ever another tournament hosted by Britain in her time as a professional player, she would certainly think twice about trying out.
That was when things really started to go awry. Rufus was kneecapped by the vicious beaters of the day and suddenly the bludger went zooming into the stands. While everyone else's reaction was to duck to grab someone else, Sloane threw herself at the front of the box leaning far out, not to where she thought the bludger may have gone, though from the looks of it the box wasn't too far away, but to where her brother was now grounded on the pitch.
Shaky hands gripped the railing, white-knuckled as her hair faded to almost black and she felt a little nauseous from the implications of what had just transpired.
No, no world cup tryouts in her future.
That was when things really started to go awry. Rufus was kneecapped by the vicious beaters of the day and suddenly the bludger went zooming into the stands. While everyone else's reaction was to duck to grab someone else, Sloane threw herself at the front of the box leaning far out, not to where she thought the bludger may have gone, though from the looks of it the box wasn't too far away, but to where her brother was now grounded on the pitch.
Shaky hands gripped the railing, white-knuckled as her hair faded to almost black and she felt a little nauseous from the implications of what had just transpired.
No, no world cup tryouts in her future.
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