But Evan knew he couldn't hide there forever. He would get out at some time, and he had two choices: either sit there, act totally guiltily and earn no house points--like they needed, but it was still good--or go up there, act like that boy wasn't you and beat that boggart. Even though the first one was easier, once he was sure that his face got it's original colour, he slowly got up and got in the line. Seriously, who knew him here besides Evelyn, Destiny, Marie and Josh? Josh seemed too busy with his boggart anyway--which was cute that his biggest fear was a dead Evelyn--so he hopefully hadn't noticed Marie's before. Evelyn... well, she was Marie's friend, she should talk to her. And Destiny wouldn't tell to anyone. Hopefully.

When it was his turn, he took a few hesitant steps forward to face his. He half-expected it to be an angry Mina, but what he saw was far more devastating than Mina. It was himself lying on the floor in pain, with both of his hands holding his more dominant left foot's ankle which seemed to be shattered. NOO! His preferred foot's ankle couldn't be broken! By the look of it, it seemed quite possible that he could never walk again, let alone play football. His whole life was ruined. He could never play football again. He would be lucky to be able to walk after that injury. He fell on his knees, absorbing the scene with watered eyes, holding his real left ankle as if it was really hurt. Considering the fact that such an injury was pretty possible made him forget all about the boggart and he just focused on the scene, trying to imagine possible treatments. And he couldn't find any.

Must... not... cry... over the fact that I can never play football again.