West dismounted carefully, one hand holding his nose which WAS broken and bleeding. The inside of his mouth was all cut up too, and a busted lip thanks to that bludger. He spat some blood on the grass and leaned against his broomstick for support, feeling dizzy but AWESOME.

It hadn't been the best idea going for that one goal right after being hit, but he'd been closest to the goal and all... first time he'd missed a shot in a game. Even with a good reason for it it still tweaked him a little on the inside. Room for improvement and all that though! He spat some more blood, the whole bottom half of his face looked a mess and the metallic tang of it made him feel a little ill.

STILL VICTORY WAS SWEET. He needed to give Theo a fistbump since they'd managed one of their sneaky plays passing the Quaffle off when Mo and Mika had sandwiched him and gone all elbows and shoulders with shoving and whatnot. Not to mention his bestie had pwned the hoops.

He ran his tongue around his teeth, checking they were all there as he looked up at the stands.

For reasons.