Okay, so she'd taken a lovely bludger to the stomach and woooow it hurt. A lot. Not to mention the fact that the cold was numbing her fingers and making her lose her grip on her bat, that didn't help matters much either. Her hair had been blown out of its strict ponytail by the blizzard and was now just left hanging somewhat sloppily in her face. To be honest, the beater looked like she'd had a fist fight with that blizzard going on outside and she lost. What a shame.

Broom and bat tucked under her arm, she waddled into the warming tent and picked a mug of hot chocolate off the table that had trays of them. They wouldn't miss this one, she decided, just holding it to warm her fingers and sniffing it every now and then. Her Antillergen Potion should still be in effect, right?