Falling wasn't a thing that Wendy was really adverse to.
Being a Quidditch player, getting unseated was something that happened quite a bit. The fall was actually kind of pleasant, because you knew sooner or later you were going to hit the ground and seeing the world go by in a vertical blur wasn't a perspective you got to see from all the time
But smacking your head as a result of falling got old very quickly and never ceased to raise a black and blue protrusion on some unfortunately visible part of her face.
It took her a few seconds to realize that she'd gone from standing upright to laying flat on her back, wondering why she had a perfectly lovely view of the ceiling above her before a man's faced loomed into view.
"Oh," she said, smiling up at him a bit deliriously. She really wasn't sure how hard she smacked her head. "You're rather pretty." And he really was! Even if his catching reflexes were slightly off. He probably wouldn't make the best Quidditch player, now that she was thinking of it.
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