Anne hated everyone and everything. She hated quidditch, she hated sports, and she hated gravity. After her head finished screaming, the only thing she really hated was fate and human fragility. Merlin (that's right, she swore!), this was all a bad joke. Buried against her brother, Cameron's voice drew her attention and calmed her for a millisecond. "But what about the other bludger? Does someone stop the other one? Nobody else needs to get hurt!"
Near panic at the idea of another bludger of doom and death, Anne noticed that Miss Bixby was clinging to the railing and, shockingly, not vomiting. Good on her. Remembering amid the panic that the professional Bixby was broken someplace below them, Anne reluctantly let go of her brother and tapped Miss Bixby on the shoulder. "He is very brave. He doesn't even look sick and I bet he didn't cry. Should you go make sure he's safe?" Naturally, if Ned was in trouble, Anne would come flying faster than a bludger to fix things.
It wasn't until Anne looked back up at Miss Bixby that she noticed something was different. "That's not what what color your hair was!" Anne squeaked. Wasn't stress supposed to make you old? What was going on?!
Near panic at the idea of another bludger of doom and death, Anne noticed that Miss Bixby was clinging to the railing and, shockingly, not vomiting. Good on her. Remembering amid the panic that the professional Bixby was broken someplace below them, Anne reluctantly let go of her brother and tapped Miss Bixby on the shoulder. "He is very brave. He doesn't even look sick and I bet he didn't cry. Should you go make sure he's safe?" Naturally, if Ned was in trouble, Anne would come flying faster than a bludger to fix things.
It wasn't until Anne looked back up at Miss Bixby that she noticed something was different. "That's not what what color your hair was!" Anne squeaked. Wasn't stress supposed to make you old? What was going on?!
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