Marcus Flint (flinted) wrote in occultus,
@ 2011-12-02 23:12:00

Entry tags:

char: dominic montague, char: fred weasley, char: george weasley, char: jonathon chambers, char: marcus flint, char: oliver wood, char: weasley twins

Who: Falmouth vs Puddlemere
What: Quidditch happenings
Where: Puddlmere Stadium/St. Mungo's
When: 3 December
Rating: Gen
Status: Complete

He could hear the bludger faintly over the sound of the crowd, but it seemed distant. Zigzagging just to be sure Marcus raced towards goal, passing off to Min and then racing forward to catch the pass on. It was a move they'd practiced a lot, utilizing all three Chasers in a spiraling v. It was one of the newer plays that had given them such an advantage in their previous matches; the ones he'd been Captain for anyway. He caught sight of his cousin in his peripheral vision and readied the the final pass, shifting his weight, he released the ball, lobbing it to Min just as something smashed into his side.

The pain was instant and intense enough for his vision to grey alarmingly. He tried to hang on, to keep his balance but the force of the blow already had him half off the broom and he was holding on with one arm. Two things registered in his brain. One, Dominic had a clear shot on goal and would definitely score. Two, he couldn't really breathe properly. Why couldn't he breathe? Something had snapped when the bludger had hit, he'd felt it go, a rib or two most probably. He tried to gasp down as much air as he could, whilst at the same time struggling to right himself on the broom.

He knew he was slipping and if he fell; he glanced down, well there would be a mess. Gritting his teeth, he tried one last time to haul himself back upright onto the broom, raising his right arm (the one on the injured side) to catch hold of the broom. It was too much, a searing pain burned through his chest and he blacked out completely, brain deciding that it didn't want to register anymore of that agony.

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gredilicious
2011-12-03 10:44 pm UTC (link)

As Fred slipped his arms around him, George felt a little more stable. His Twin's presence always seemed to have that affect on him. He was still worried but knowing Fred was there helped anchor him and made him more focused. He closed his eyes as they apparated, trying to push the worry aside, opening them again once they were at St. Mungo's.

George just nodded at the soft words, knowing them to be true. He didn't know the extent of the damage both players took but guessed it was pretty bad. "Wait here." He parroted a little, looking over to the welcome desk. Tig wasn't working, the old woman that sat there looked up in a bored manner at the Twins and then back down to her paperwork.

"No Tig." He murmured softly, a brief look of disappointment on his face. Tig would have been a welcoming distraction rather than the quiet cranky old woman who probably wouldn't let them in.

There was a bustling in the back signalling the players arrival through an emergency entrance that skipped past the main entrance for regular patients. One of the perks of being famous, George guessed - no waiting to get healed up. The woman behind the reception desk grabbed the new files that magically appeared on her desk - one with Marcus' name and one with Oliver's - and moved them to trays labelled with the appropriate wards for their injuries.

George nudged Fred, unsure of what to do next. He fell easily into the role of follower around his Twin - the only person he'd obey without putting up a fuss.

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forgeous
2011-12-04 12:14 pm UTC (link)

Pulling George into another hug, he stroked his Twin's hair, leaning his head against his brother's for a moment. 'No Tig, but we'll get back there. Promise.'

Hearing a commotion through the back, Fred's attention snapped to the Healers. He just caught a glimpse of bright blue robes before doors closed behind them. A little nudge caught his attention again and he nodded. 'Right.' His voice was determined and he released his hold on George to stride over to the welcome desk.

'Excuse me,' his polite voice was impeccable, as always. 'My Twin, Fred Weasley, is on Oliver Wood's next of kin list. Is there any chance he could go back and see Oliver? There was an accident at the match.' He watched as the woman checked his story and very reluctantly nodded. 'Could I go with him?' The witch scowled, but again nodded. 'Only as far as the ward door.'

Thanking her, he went and collected his Twin, 'right Fred, you're allowed up and in to see Oliver. I'll be right outside okay?'

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gredilicious
2011-12-04 06:21 pm UTC (link)

George nodded at Fred's promise, leaning his head forward against his Twin's with a tiny soft headbutt. It was moments like this George was so thankful he was a Twin. He didn't have to say anything and Fred just knew what sort of comfort he needed.

His eyes followed Fred's path to the desk but remain where he was, shuffling his feet a little. He listen to Fred quietly, a little frown marring his features which asked what was his brother playing at. George's mind was too much of a jumble to work it out.

"See Oliver." He parroted again, the pieces slowly clicking into place. His eyes met his Twin's with small glance, using their weird silent way of communicating to say thanks.

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