October 12, 1895 - during an unofficial Ravenclaw v. Gryffindor scrimmage
Nacho. Was. Furious. How dare Charles Hutton hit him with a blunger in the middle of a quidditch match! He could have been killed! Or worse, disfigured! The pain shooting through his broken arm was worse than any Nacho had ever experienced in his little life (except for that time he fell and broke his leg, or that other time he’d accidentally burnt the whole bottom side of his hand) but still! The nurse was doing her best to tend to it quickly now that he’d been checked for worse and was situated in a bed, but Nacho couldn’t help the stormy look on his features. Ravenclaw had better win this stupid match up! Or else!
A few minutes passed and slowly the pain began to ebb after something the Nurse had done for him. Having his arm set in a sling after the fact was embarrassing but at least Nacho could use it to rub Charlie’s face in. Little jerk! Papa would be livid if he found out! And Aunt Lucy, Nacho suspected self-righteously. Maybe he should write to her just to get stupid Charlie in trouble. Sniffing to himself, he leaned back into the pillows of the hospital wing bed and glowered at the ceiling. It would be dark soon and the bones would hurt to re-grow. He was in for a long night…
A few minutes passed and slowly the pain began to ebb after something the Nurse had done for him. Having his arm set in a sling after the fact was embarrassing but at least Nacho could use it to rub Charlie’s face in. Little jerk! Papa would be livid if he found out! And Aunt Lucy, Nacho suspected self-righteously. Maybe he should write to her just to get stupid Charlie in trouble. Sniffing to himself, he leaned back into the pillows of the hospital wing bed and glowered at the ceiling. It would be dark soon and the bones would hurt to re-grow. He was in for a long night…