Who: Freddie and Poppy Where: St. Mungos When: Oct 18 What: Quidditch practice takes a turn for the worse and lands Freddie in St. Mungos Rating: tbd
It had started as one of those plays that he'd done a million times back at school. His partner though wasn't Hugo though and wasn't as in tune with Freddie. He liked to showboat, especially while the coach was watching in hopes of getting more acknowledgment. It was just going to get him kicked off sooner or later though, especially if Freddie had any say in it.
The guy wasn't looking where he hit the ball, only trying to show how hard he could hit. It was supposed to be aimed to the left where Freddie could smack it in hopes of distracting the keeper. Instead it was going straight for their seeker's back. Freddie had flow fast and hard. He got there in time, but he wasnt fast enough to catch the ball or smack it away, instead he took the full force of it. His broom broke, or was that the sound of bones breaking? It was the last thought he had before falling.
When he woke next, he was in the hospital... at least he thought it was the hospital, and he was in pain. "Fuck..."