Gryffindor Goddess
Jillian's eyes shut tight, waiting for the impact, but there was no collision...not yet at least. The Nurse Assistant Lady's voice reached her ears and she looked up at the broom, no longer buckling. She nodded, showing that she understood, she just hoped that she could follow as well.
Jillian swung her legs up until she was once more mounting the broom. Her chest hurt badly, she was sure some of her ribs must've been broken or at least, bruised. Her hands were a bit sweaty, making her grip on the broom loose. She flew away from the bludgers, already knowing that the rogue balls would quickly pursue her and her broom would go wild once more.
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