Rommy grimaced at the memory of it, too fresh in everyone’s mind to be forgotten. Leaving her lunch entirely for the moment, she nodded emphatically at the other healer’s remark. “I know! I had always assumed they were -” not that she knew a great deal about quidditch, or had paid attention to school matches either; if the bludgers had bounced into the stands before, she hadn’t known it. “Though I suppose even if they were there is always a chance the protection charms could be faulty.” There would always be a risk of injuries as long as bludgers were in the game.
Stupid game that it was.
“My uncle was a beater in the match,” Rosamund said, more quietly. It was hardly a secret - Beckett Longbottom was a household name - but it gave the whole thing a more concerning sheen, and she didn’t want people in passing to think him responsible for the accident, either. “He wasn’t the one who hit the bludger, but -” She breathed out. “Imagine being the one who had.”
Stupid game that it was.
“My uncle was a beater in the match,” Rosamund said, more quietly. It was hardly a secret - Beckett Longbottom was a household name - but it gave the whole thing a more concerning sheen, and she didn’t want people in passing to think him responsible for the accident, either. “He wasn’t the one who hit the bludger, but -” She breathed out. “Imagine being the one who had.”
