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Anastasia was still so TRAUMATIZED by the blow to her precious HAIR that she didn't see a) the Chaser zooming into the announcer nor b) the Seekers going into a dive near her seat. AGAIN. She was just so busy trying to untangle her RUINED red locks from a group of TWIGS near her crown and didn't even SEE the foot before it crashed into her forehead and knocked her head-over-heels off the bench seat.
"Ahhhhhhhaaaaaowowowowoowww," the poor redhead whimpered, flipping herself over and pulling herself back onto the bench. Owww that had hurt. She'd never been so injured and humiliated when she herself had played Quidditch, much less as a spectator!
She quickly dug around in her purse, ignoring the chaos of the students around her as she flipped open her little mirror. "Oh oh oh nooooo noooooo," she moaned, frowning and coming close to tears as she eyed the BRUISE on her forehead. HOW HORRRRRID! "That's IT!" the woman snapped her mirror shut with a click and stood up from the bench. "That is IT, I am SPEAKING TO VINDICTUS IMMEDIATELY about the LACK OF SAFETY around this pitch!!!!"
The Headmistress marched out of the stands infuriated, one hand flung back against the bruise on her head so no one would stare.
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