Gwenog's face twitched into a slightly grudging smile. It was an amusing enough statement. Not that she especially knew or cared why Alicia might not used her married name, but still. "Point taken," she said.
She nodded, leaning back a little. "Fair enough. Okay so what happened is I was doing a starfish and stick to get to a bludger, only one of the Carephilly beaters smacked into my broom and scraped my hand along it so I couldn't hold on. I went swinging down and yanked my hip and groin, tore some ligaments and muscles, pulled some others, couldn't tell you what exactly any more." She had known in the immediate aftermath of her injury because the healers were pretty fond of handing out details like that, but she'd since all but obliviated them from her mind in a wave of frustration. They'd been re-named as profanity-filled things with gestures attached.
"I got healed in what I assume is the standard way only they seem to have healed me too fucking well. I've been dancing since I was a kid and had the range of motion to go with it, and now my hip flexibility on that side is just not right. I've been doing all the right things to stretch it out and it's fine for quidditch, I mean I might be a bit suspicious of another starfish and stick but only because of what happened last time. I've done them in training with no problems. But dancing... it just feels all fucking wrong," she said, not really able to put it into words better than that.