Drabble 8: #79 Author's Choice - Pain The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
Tick.
Time seemed to stand still as the Bludger smashed into his nose. The crowd shrieked as his head snapped back and pain shot through his face.
He was falling now, the wind rustling through his hair, blood beginning to pour from his nose.
Tock.
The ground was getting closer now, the sound of the rushing wind screaming in his ears. The crowd was howling in the distance, hoping he would be okay.
Tick.
He was slowing now; the wind dying down, the blood stopping. The pain died down as he rested his eyes.
The game over, Viktor had won.
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Last edited by Golden Monkey; 09-02-2006 at 08:00 PM.
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