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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

There seemed to be something in Melinda's tone that sat in the silence, waiting to be acknowledged, though Marcus wasn't sure he wanted to know what was being questioned, or even implied. Rather than speak right away, he met Melinda's gaze levelly, and let the silence stretch for a moment before answering, "It's the least I can do."

He couldn't quite hold back a sigh at Melinda's next words, though it was directed at the fact that even she knew that Roger was acting as though he hadn't gotten seriously injured. "About two hours in, I managed to greatly upset the opposing side's Beater by breaking up the Chaser's formation," he began explaining, trying to keep his tone as level as he could. "He decided to retaliate by throwing his bat." Marcus shook his head a little as he recalled it, saying, "The worst part is, I saw it coming. And if Roger hadn't gotten in the way, I probably would have had a dislocated shoulder, the most. Instead, he got hit full on, and the force of the impact made him fall off his broom and hit the ground."

He knew that there was nothing to be done about it now, but Marcus could feel an echoing of the anger that that raced through him at he moment it had happened, the gut-wrenching fear at seeing Roger fall. Taking a deep breath, he asked, "What did he tell you happened?"