After the Broom Race

Sophia flew Willow into the Hospital Wing, followed by Abbey, Elv, and Izzy. They all helped her off Soph's broom and onto a bed. "hanks," Willow mumbled, still in pain, but not uite as much pain. As they set her down, she landed partially on her ankle. "Oww," she whispered, a small transluctant blue tear gliding down her cheek. She wiped it away, quickly, not wanting her friends to think she was some kind of wuss. "Ahhhhh," she said as she laid her head back into the feathery pillow. "This feels so good."

Abbey ran around the hospital, trying to find Nurse Potter. She finally found him in a back room. "Excuse me Nurse Potter, but my friend just fell of of her broom when we were rac...." Abbey cut herself off before she could continue. No adults needed to know about the broom race, so instead she said, "Racing brooms at the quidditch pitch." Abbey said quickly. She had chosen her lie carefully. It made sense anyways, since all of their hair was a reck from the wind blowing through it, and they all still had the brooms with them.

Abbey brought Nurse Potter to the bed where Sophia had laid Willow. "There she is. Sophia here thinks she might have possibly sprained it." Abbey said.

Elv looked at Willow. "Are you alright, Willow??" she asked. "You hit the wa... ground quiet hard..." she corrected her sentence when she saw Nurse Potter came with Abbey. The all would be in detention if the teachers found out about what they were doing.

Andrian heard a familiar voice - a female voice. It sounded like she was almost out of breath. He turned around, away from his studies and looked at her when she mention that her friend had fallen off her broom 'In a qudditch match; he got up and let her lead the way to where may her friend be. Then he walked into the Hospital Wing and saw a girl, injured on a bed with one of her friend Elvaleryn. "What happen here," he asked them walking quickly to  the other side of Willow's bed and started pressing a hand on top of her forehead to measure her temperature. He wore a black hoodie jacket, black track pant with white stripe and his beard was well-trimmed.

"Yes, Elv. It just hurts. Thank you." Willow stopped talking as Nurse Potter when he reached her bed. "What happened here?" he asked and fekt her forehead. At first Willow wasn't sure of what to say, but then she looked at Abbey-who was standing right behind him-and she mouthed 'Quidditch Race' very well. "Uhh we were racing down at the Quidditch Pitch," she answered, thankful for Abbey.

Elv quickly nooded. "And she hit the ground..." she added to ease Nurse Potter onanalyzing how bad Willow was hurt.

(Posting as Willow)

Willow waited for Nurse Potter to reply, or fix her ankle, but he didn't say anything...

((Very sorry - My apologies. I haven't had a very great month so I couldn't get on but I'll reply tomorrow, I promise.))

((Sorry for the double post:))

Andrian listened to the story and by the nervousness of their voice, that little hint of decieveness - a lie in the edge of their voice. Obviously they had done something reckless and stupid to might have caused Willow to have been injured. He watched each of them carefully, watching as they stared at him; Andrian smiled at them and looked at Willow. "Where does it hurt," he asked her trying to sound like he was convinced of their story though he knew that it was somewhat or partly their fault; he wasn't blaming them but he could tell it was something they had done so he decided to let go off this time so he got up from his stool to get his tray of medical equipment that laid on a trolley which he pushed towards her bed and sat down on the stool again waiting for an answer.