How she managed to spot bludgers moving at a mile a minute on a busy Quidditch pitch, but was too distracted to notice someone was walking towards her, she didn’t know. Her ankle damn near rolled, which would have put her in one hell of a foul mood (that meant spending time off the pitch, and she would not have that), but after flailing rather ungracefully, she eventually felt a pair of strong arms catch her from falling on her ass. Her hands were balled into fists, a couple of vulgar terms tumbling from her own lips in her native tongue, getting her bearings before she pushed some of her hair out of her eyes, getting a better look at who had knocked into her.
A perfectly manicured brow lifted with intrigue as she stared at the bright blue eyes that were peering down at her. Her lips twisted into a smirk before she answered. “I’ve been worse.” She carefully managed to lift herself up into a standing position, smoothing out her dress before she went to fix her hair, hoping that he hadn’t completely messed it up by being a human battering ram.
“So…did I blend into the scenery, or did something else have your attention?” Her head canted slightly to the side. “Or perhaps someone?” Her lips once again curled into a smirk, though this one was a little more devious.
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