wanded (wanded) wrote in afic, @ 2011-04-10 14:50:00 |
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Hestia honestly could not say what she had been doing at the pitch. Sure she had already bought tickets but they were easy to get rid of, Falcons fans were glad to go and watch their team have an easy win. After the last row between she and Terence she felt as if she was justified in not using them. Particularly as the wind was bitter and cold and she had work to do now that she was officially employed. Still, there was a part of her that couldn't let it go, and really, it was not as if he'd even see her there. Hestia liked Quidditch, she enjoyed the game, and regardless of who was on the team the Falcons were good, even if they were having a rough start. It would be a good way to keep her mind off everything else going on, or it should have been. Instead she kept turning her eyes to the man high above the rest of the crowd. She shouldn't care what he was doing, who he was dating, what their new relationship was; or lack of one. There was much more going on in the world that she needed to focus on, and guilt ate at her gut for being so focused on Terence rather then the state of things. She had not had problems during the last war; but then she had been living in a remote area under the Fidilius with three muggles, that sort of helped. Which reminded her, she needed to respond to Dudley's last letter... Hestia was lost in her thoughts when there was sudden gasps and people were standing and Hestia, in normal reaction, did the same her eyes immediately shooting to follow what everyone else was watching. It was early in the game, to already see the snitch... But sure enough, both were diving for it and Hestia's breath caught watching. At first Terence was strongly ahead, there was little doubt that he would catch it, in fact, the other seeker did not even look like he was trying very hard, as if he had already given up. And then...even she wasn't sure what she was seeing but the man was suddenly ahead of Terence and without an understanding of what had happened the Cannons' seeker was shooting back up into the air, pumping his arm in excitement having caught the struggling golden ball in his hand. There were screams of ecstasy and groans of frustration suddenly ringing through the stands. It was so loud no one seemed to notice that Terence was falling suddenly from the sky a bludger shot away. It felt as if things suddenly were going in slow motion as she began to scream instead at his descent, though no one seemed to notice except her. Pulling her wand she tried to shoot a spell to catch him but she was much too far away, there was little distance in reaching him. From the trail of blood that was falling after him in the drop, he was unconscious and it took her a moment to realize, as she ran down the stands, taking two steps at a time, that she was still screaming. People were starting to notice; either her or the body falling from the sky, but either way, those standing were now making their own noises of panic, though Hestia hardly noticed. She was making her way through the bottom of the stands nearly rushing through doors to get her onto the pitch. It seemed the focus was outside on the game, as she ran into little resistance until she got to the wide openway onto the green grass. Mr. Walter Greengrass stood, and she nearly shouldered him out of the way. The older man gave her a look but did not stop her, which Hestia did not think about as she moved out. She heard someone in the background yell stop, but no one came in front of her to actually do so; and soon she was kneeling in front of Terence, a crumpled mess on the ground. In her peripherals people were running toward them, but she didn't care. Her eyes wet and hands shaky she put a hand on his shoulder giving a fierce rock, calling his name. There was blood, oh Merlin, there was so much blood. Panic was welling in her chest; his eyes were closed and it didn't look like he was breathing. Hestia heard someone approaching and without time to even look up there were mediwizards surrounding him and someone finally--suddenly--was pulling her up, wrapping their arms around her to pull her away. She heard someone scream out Terence's name and amongst her kicking and screaming to get back to his side, she realized, she was the one who had done so. A quiet voice was in her ear, that she needed to calm down, that they were taking him to Mungos. Hestia struggled for a moment longer before realizing who the voice was and turned to look at Walter with a dead expression before nodding. She had no idea why he was not throwing her out; his family despised her, but she appreciated it as he lead her off the red stained green. |