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Vikesh Moon (ylwrosofireland) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

His introspection was broken when he spotted a figure coming toward him, something that unconsciously spoke to his quidditch training. Thankfully, instead of reaching for the nearest bludger-like object, he slowed and eventually stopped when she caught up to him. He was a little shocked that it was his on-the-pitch oppnent, whom he'd spent so long going after with bat and bludger, but her words were even more of a surprise.

"I'm all right," he replied, shrugging with only his good shoulder. "Nothing a healer can't put to right."

He shifted his bag off his shoulder and put it down on the ground, a small twinge in his face the only indication of any lingering stiffness he felt. He put out his right hand - if anything, he was a good sport above all else. "Congratulations. You fought a good game."