Who: Katie Bell, and Livy and Marcus Flint Where: The Quidditch Pitch When: 19th August, 9:38am What: A terrible accident Rating: High.... for danger? And a wounded character. Status: Open for OOC comments or threading below --- COMMENT IF ANY OF YOURS WOULD RESPOND TO A LONG SERIES OF SPARKS AND BANGS.
It had been going so well. Livy was happy, chattering away, shouting to be heard over the roaring of the wind in their ears; Katie was smiling, her arms wrapped around their daughter while he flew next to the pair, listening to Livy's story.
"The Bulgarian Keeper was huuuuuge," she was saying, her arms thrown wide open in demonstration.
"Hold on to the broom, Livy," Katie reminded her for what had to be the eighteenth time if she'd told her once.
Olivia's hands returned at once to the half-foot of broom in front of her, strangling the wood with her tiny fierce grip for a few seconds before her fingers began to loosen once again, the urge to gesticulate as she continued to speak too powerful to contain.
"But Daddy tricked him, he went like this and like this...,” jerking the broom this way and that-
“Olivia!”
“...and then-” twisting between her mother’s knees, head thrown back, both arms in the air, just as Katie regained control of the broom with a jerk.
The faith a child places in their parents. The faith a professional athlete puts into their ability to control the vehicle of their trade.
Olivia tumbled over her mother’s lap just as Marcus pulled the water bottle down from smiling lips.
The faith a professional athlete puts into their reflexes.
Marcus stared at the spot where his daughter had sat not three seconds ago, uncomprehending of the empty space and the unfinished sentence, the gap in time between then and now devoid of sense. For a quarter of a second, Marcus thought that that was it - that she had been taken away just as abruptly as she had been brought. He had time only to feel his heart clench at the loss of his daughter, gone too quickly, though he had woken that morning with the knowledge that it would be his last in his baby’s company.
And then he heard her scream, high and far away.
Katie moved first, flying towards the ground like a shot, her daughter’s name on her lips, too fast. Marcus flew after her, his senses only catching up in time to see Katie twist and land with a sound that nearly made Marcus retch, spots of darkness filtering through his vision. He landed hard and stumbled towards his crying, screaming daughter in the same movement, pulling her into his arms and stared at Katie, twisted where she lay on the grass, her eyes closed as if in sleep.
No. No.
Panic rose, their daughter’s shrill scream in his ears, her arms so tight around Marcus’ neck that he couldn’t have breathed twice over, the sight of Katie lying there forever burned into his memory.
The water bottle landed behind him with a whump audible in the breath between Olivia’s cries, somehow the cue Marcus needed to pull out his wand, aim it at the sky and send off a quick succession of bright red sparks, loud bangs following each, until someone appeared at their sides.
OOC:
No, Katie is not dead and no, she won't be paralyzed. She will be out of commission for several weeks, however.
Livy is leaving at 11:27am - before the body-buddy plot.
A healer or four can/should be summoned so that Katie can be safely moved to the hospital.