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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…




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Charlie hadn’t meant to hit Nacho during the match – he’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time is all. All he’d done was hit the blunger with a bat to keep it away from the goal, just like every other Beater who’d been playing. It wasn’t his fault that the Ravenclaw decided to suddenly fly his broom in its path and break his arm. Still, even though they’d finished the game despite the injury, Charlie couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about hurting Nacho so he went to the infirmary to visit him.

Here he hesitated in the doorway, his broom still tucked awkwardly under his arm as he watched the nurse fuss over him before leaving to tend to someone else. He sucked in a breath before stepping toward him. “Sidonia?” Charlie ventured, although the guilt made his stomach curdle so he said immediately after, “Nacho?” The shape in the bed didn’t seem to move much, so he shuffled a little closer until he was at the edge of the bed, clearing his throat as though maybe confidence could be coughed into existence.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wouldn’t ever, not on purpose.” Charlie didn’t apologize though. He didn’t do anything wrong.



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Nacho was fuming as he growled up at the ceiling. Replaying the moment over in his head was just as painful as being hit but he couldn’t help it! He was trying to understand what he’d done wrong, how he could have avoided it, but other than not playing to the best of his abilities or letting the stupid Gryffindors win— it had been unavoidable. An accident, through and through, but that didn’t make it feel any less personal. Turning over in his cot away from the door, Nacho hissed. He hated Charles Hutton and his stupid squat face! Maybe if it had been any other beater he’d have taken his hit with pride; but not this time.

So when the sound of that exact someone chirped at him from suddenly much too close to his bed— Nacho started. And then seethed. He ripped his head in Hutton’s direction (surprised, maybe,) to find him at the cot, and howled louder than was necessary: “Don’t you dare call me Nacho!” Hutton didn’t have the privilege of speaking his family nickname, ever, but especially not after this stunt!

His arm throbbed from the sudden movement and Nacho regretted it almost immediately. His face screwed up as he snarled an angry little snipe. “Largate, you jerk! I don’t want to hear your gloating!” And neither did he want Hutton to bear witness to his pain. It felt too much like weakness.

Charles Hutton
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Whatever guilt Charlie felt instantly evaporated. Nacho was being a jerk – Charlie hadn’t done anything wrong, and it wasn’t his fault that the stupid Ravenclaw couldn’t dodge to save his life! He took a step back as Nacho yelled at him, albeit he blinked because he was caught mid-word as the other boy practically exploded at him. Charlie knew that he could win in a physical fight, especially given that the other’s arm was currently out of commission.

“Gloating?” He echoed, “I didn’t come here to gloat you jerk! I came to see if you were dead or not.” He stayed anyway, because leaving would make it look like he was scared, and he wasn’t scared of some Ravenclaw with a sling. Heck, Charlie wasn’t scared of anyone laid up in the hospital bed. He folded his arms tightly across his chest, toeing the leg of the cot with his shoe.

“For your information Ignacio, it was a fair hit.” And everyone else knew it, except for Sidonia; how he was a Ravenclaw was beyond Charlie, because weren’t they supposed to be the smart house? Sidonia was anything but. Charlie leaned forward as he added, “Next time, maybe try not flying straight into my bludger, yeah? Makes you look like an idiot.”




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