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Seeker_Seven 
Eyes widening, Tino took Cela's hand in his own and clasped them tightly. "Cela," he whispered. "Cela. . . don't let them go on without me! I have to play! I must play! Quidditch. . . this championship. . .is my life!" Until, of course, he spotted anything else that was remotely interesting. The boy had the attention span of a gnat. Not unlike the multiple insects that were smashed, at high velocity, all over his face.
Tino turned to Bunbury, eyes unfocusing. A strange look passed over his face. "The Badgers shall not prevail," he declared in an uncharacteristically low voice. "And you, Anastasia Bunbury, shall reap the fruits of thy devil's work." He pronounced the last word 'wuuuuuuuhk', drawing it out in a long exhale.
Then he coughed on a bug. "ACK, Ah-HIC!"
"Yes, I'll break you out of the hospital wing if I have to!" Celandine vowed, unconcerned by the fact that the healer was right there.
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Originally Posted by
druidflower
Caroline's jaw dropped when she heard Tino howl like a wounded mooncalf.
Oh bloody hell.
"If you'll excuse me," she added, seething, "I have work to do."
She quickly wound out of the throng and lept quickly and nimbly along the steps of the stands to where Tino stood, worse for wear.
"Dangerous sport you like to play, kiddo," Cari murmured, noticing his limp. "Bludger?"
She held up her index finger and passed it by his eyes. She didn't like his pupil reaction AT ALL.
"He's going to be just fine Cela," Cari said, missing the little whisp as she shot past her, "But he's not playing any more today. I'm going to take him down to the hospital wing and get him fixed up."
Oh that's not helpful either. Well, she kinda liked the part about Bunbury.
Don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna. "Marcus," she called for him, "I could use a hand if you would be so... kind."
And so goes the last of my pride.
"Oh but he has to play! He has to!" Celandine told the healer imploringly. "You can make him play right? Fix him? You're super amazing at healing people, you can do it right?"
Sigh.
Cela tossed her head. "You'll be fine Tino, you're totally tough right?" She smiled at him encouragingly and got up, "You have to be out there to make sure I do okay." She beamed at him and looked down at her hand, pulling it back and patting him on the shoulder a bit awkwardly before leaving the stands.