"Ducklings?" She asked with a raised brow. What a mess that must've been, trying to corral little ducklings. "That's hysterical, were they all accoun—"

Fallon had turned back to follow the game for a moment as the Oaf struck a bludger into the crowd. She watched the ball move at a snail's pace, her eyes widening impossibly as the screams began to fill the air. Oh, fuck.

The Oaf's bludger didn't rise again, and that's when she realized it was likely because it was stuck.

"Bloody hell," she murmured, more in stunned silence than disdain. "Did it hit someone?"