Raju gasped out aloud as pain docketed through his arm. A bludger had collided with him. The pain was even more excruciating than the hit before. Needless to say that the Quaffle had been lost. Raju was seeing blurry due to the pain but he could still make out the medium sized scarlet ball falling towards the ground.

Raju gripped his broomstick with his uninjured, unstinting hand and changed course for the Quaffle. One way or the other he was going to get it.

Closer, closer... Raju approached the ball at full speed. He switched hands to use the uninjured one to take possession of the Quaffle again. The injured one was weakly clinging to the broomstick but the Quaffle was tucked under the other.