Rose found herself rising to her feet as the bludger smashed into the stands, it was as if the moment happened in slow motion. The ball in flight, it getting closer and closer to the stands, none of the players close enough to stop it, and the boom of it exploding into the box was louder than one would have guessed. Although perhaps it wasn't - perhaps that had been in Roses head.

'My God' she exclaimed, leaning forward, a lace gloved hand coming to her mouth in horror. She wasn't the fainting type, her constitution was stronger than that but still, it didn't take an expert in Quidditch to know that that bludger had been devastating. There was no one, in particular, she would need to worry after - no family, and none of her 'friends' were likely to be found in the upper boxes, so she passed on the glasses and allowed others to look.

Others seemed inclined to leave the box, and it seemed like an entirely sensible idea. As she was at the front of the box, closest to the field, and the danger did not seem immediate she allowed the others to file out ahead of her, but even from here she could hear the panicked feet and raised voices on the stairs of those from the upper boxes who had clearly had the same idea, and wondered if the place was warded against apparition!

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