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Sam was a bloody mess. Her Quidditch robes were stained with it, her face was slightly spattered with it, and up until just recently, her left arm had been covered
Samara had been playing her second match with the Gryffindor house team. She had only been a fill-in, due to the former Beater having to sit out the next three games for Troll-level grades, but she had quickly proven her worth on the pitch, training daily with Matty Barsky, her best friend and Chaser for the team, and putting in 110% every practice. They had done really well against Ravenclaw, and she was looking forward to another win with this game as well.
But that didn't happen. Instead, mid-game, she'd swiveled around on her broomstick only to watch a Seventh Year Slytherin smack a bludger straight for her, not even five feet away; the impact was beyond belief as it smashed straight through her bat, crushed her fingers, bruised her jaw, and bore its way into her shoulder, partially severing it from the rest of her body. She fuzzily remembered the blood splattering her face, and even less clearly remembered tumbling off of her broom as the penalty whistle rang through her ears. But after that, she had blacked out.
Only to wake up in the Hospital Wing, her least favorite place in Hogwarts. Her arm was mending
; and she would have to spend a few nights in the infirmary to recover entirely, reported the nurse. But Sam didn't want to hear it; all she wanted to know right now was the outcome of the game. If they had lost, Samara would never be able to forgive herself -- or that Slytherin Beater.
Sam glanced at the clock; she knew that as soon as the match was over, Matty would be right at her side, masking his concern by cracking a joke, as usual. And maybe, some of the other team members might come, as well...Sam didn't really know. But, as anxious as she was, Samara felt quite exhausted, and she drifted back off to sleep.
When her hazel eyes opened again, she saw a fuzzy figure. No -- two? She blinked heavily, attempting to reach up to rub her eyes. She realized too late that she was using the wrong arm, as pain shot through her system. She groaned softly.