One second Flint was heading for goal, the next he was falling. Fred's hand closed round his Twin's and he glanced at George, knowing his little Gred would be worried. Finger tightening on his made him look back towards the pitch and he frowned as he saw Oliver leaving the hoops in an attempt to save Marcus.
That was perhaps the most unexpected event of the match. Why would Oliver care what happened to Flint? They were rivals, yes, they may have called a truce in recent months. But Olly hadn't even hinted that he actually liked the Falcon. It was almost with detachment that he watched the two figures falling, certain that someone on the team benches would call out a spell to slow their descent.
It was only when they slammed into the earth that Fred reacted. Eyes widening in shock as neither Olly or Marcus moved. 'Come on.' He was on his feet, tugging gently on George's hand. 'They'll take them to Mungo's.'
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