Viktor and Gen --- pre-Viktor and Ter
The game had been intense thus far. The teams were both incredibly well matched, both sides playing incredibly. No one held the lead for more than a few moments, and Viktor was almost constantly in the thick of things. For the last bit the the Beaters had been focussing on him since he had kept getting in their way when they were trying to defend their Chasers or foul his Keeper.
And then a Bludger hit his broom, not the first time, but he felt something give right where the bristles and the stick met and knew from the way it handles as he dove that something major had happened. He wasn't getting quite the response he needed.
And then he spotted it, way across the field. He pretended not to focus on the spot, though he kept the little glint in his peripherial vision. His main gaze found the first player he saw -- his star Chaser, Gen. Their eyes met and he made a little signal with a hand that he'd never actually had to make in a game yet, though they did practice it sometimes during practices, all the players.