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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony glanced at the vanishing form of the tall wizard but didn't join in Orla's glaring. "I'm fine," she said quickly, even before she'd checked it was true. Fortunately as she brushed off her robes she found no sore spots and she was able to stand upright as normal. It hadn't been that hard a knock and she'd caught herself relatively well. Perhaps all her flying before Christmas was paying off by rewarding her with some co-ordination. She glanced up at the witch helping her and blushed pink. Not only did she recognise her from the one match she'd attended but from the newspapers too. "Oh! You're... Quirke." She blushed deeper. Quidditch commentators were always calling players by their surnames, but that didn't mean it was appropriate when actually meeting them. "I mean Ms Quirke, of course," Bryony quickly amended. "You play for the Magpies with my brother. I'm Bryony Capper." She offered a polite hand.

"I didn't have any shopping," she added, since Orla was scanning the ground for dropped parcels. "Or, I did, but they're owling it to us, since it was so much." She was talking far more than she usually did around strangers - a combination of embarrassment and excitement at getting to talk to a real quidditch player again. "Are you alright?" she asked, suddenly thinking that Ronan would never speak to her again if she'd been involved in injuring his team's beater before matches had even resumed.