And Away We Go (Open to All)

[LEAH SILVIAS]

((Opening this up to any of the players, coaches, or any other staff/partakers who start on the pitch or end up on the pitch - but I'll be tagging specific people that I reference who I don't play and I hope that you'll join!))

The rush of adrenalin surged through her bloodstream even as she walked out of the tunnels side by side with her co-captain Theodore Silvestri as they had done so many times before. The roar of the crowd sounding distant because of the soundproofing then growing louder and louder until the two doors swung open to the pitch and they were greeted by the crowd out in the open. It was deafening. Everyone on the team except for Teddy, Leah, and their coach Rawiri Tibble got on their brooms and took off leaving the three others the space to cross the green grass of the pitch toward the middle where they would meet with the other team's coach and captain.

She did her best not to look Rawiri's way, especially in public, as she didn't want to let down but their recent kiss and then conversation where she urged him to stay away because it wouldn't work haunted her. Fans noticed everything. And they loved to gossip. The smallest thing would set them off, set the muggle haters off, or worse yet: the female fans of either man. So don't give them anything to yap about. Don't give your heart anything to hurt it. Don't look. Don't look. Shit. She looked, well, glanced... and as it turned out Rawiri did the same. A small smile, a tad nervous (no matter how many times she played a game a small part of her still got anxious) but it did her good to see his eyes, his handsome face, his smile (was he smiling?). Shit again. She quickly diverted her gaze forward and immediately waved to the crowd, serious. The fans went nuts, just as they did for Teddy Silvestri who did the same.

At the middle of the the referees went down the usual rules and handshakes were exchanged. The female captain of the Harpies smiled and said good luck, Leah did her usual nod, while Theodore returned it. From there they mounted their brooms and the quaffle was tossed high into the air as the game began.

It was a good hour, clouds rolling in, getting dark as if it might rain but the game persisted as the crowd hollered excitedly from below. For being such a young team (and definitely a crowd favorite for their model good looks) the Harpies held their own. USA was up but it was close enough of a score that catching the snitch soon could change it.

A quaffle hurled her way far, always one to act first and maybe ask questions later, Leah appeared to jump off her broom to reach it (not the best move considering she was shit with magic and none of them had their wands). The crowd gasped as she caught it and, while still on her upward jump, Bobbi raced beneath her and picked her up like one might an Uber passenger. The crowd roared as the two women raced through the air.

"Silvias. Party of one." Bobbi announced grinning, her goggles amplifying her pupils as she raced toward the ground to deliver the girl to her broom. Once on the grass Leah raced to her broom getting back on it. "What? No thank you?" Bobbi asked sarcastically to which the keeper promptly gave her the middle finger. Bobbi grinned - ever the weirdo. "You're fucking nuts... I love it." And with that both women took back to the air.

It was another ten minutes of high adrenalin game time before something went wrong. Another shot on one of the goals and Leah flew to catch it, it should have been an easy catch but then a bright green light clipped her at the hip causing her to fall off balance from surprise. She gave one last frantic reach for her broom handle but another spell (this one neon pink) hit her on the hip causing her body to go further right, and her fingers slid down the wooden side. Then there was nothing. She was reaching up at the dark sky at absolutely nothing. There were gasps, there were screams... but she heard none of it. She just felt the cool breeze rip at her, sky getting further away, and... shit... she wished she hadn't looked away from Rawiri Tibble earlier. There were a lot of things she wished.

TAG: RAWIRI TIBBLE and anybody else who wants a piece of dis!

[THEODORE SILVESTRI]

It should have been just another game. Just like countless others. He had been at this long enough to know what to expect. The world was crazy but here on the pitch, it was the one place that was supposed to be safe (again). The government said they perfected their measures. Now spells in place. The responsible parties away. As Teddy watched spells rip through the air his heart sank. It wasn't true. None of it was true. And here they were again.

Leah... As it registered he quickly looked toward the hoops just in time to see her hurling to the ground (some players were still playing). Game now forgotten he turned on a dime and raced at an impressive speed toward her. Like a torpedo he raced lower and lower. Get to her. Get to her. Get to her. His fingers grasped onto his broom handle more tightly and he was sure that he would get a burn. Oh well. No time to worry.

He reached out for her with one hand not even worrying about what her sudden weight would do to his own balance. "Silvias! Take my hand!" And there she was reaching back for him, fear in her eyes. Almost there. Almost there. Almost. Almost. No! Again. No! Come on. Come on. YES! Connection but the sudden weight yanked him hard and he slid forward on his broom hand dislodging its grip on the wood, legs squeezing in a feeble attempt to stay on but then he too was knocked off but luckily the connection gave them a split second or two to slow down and in the end they only fell a few feet.

Leah rolled one way and he tumbled with her, she falling on her side and he ended up managing to tuck and roll into a less stellar Black Widow style pose in front of her. If they wanted his 'sister' on the team they would have to go through him. He would never let any hurt come to his team.

As a man in a black robe and grotesque mask approached Teddy, breathless, glanced toward the sidelines toward one of the ball boys. "Wand!" The boy stared at him, glued to the spot in fear. "C'mon." Teddy frantically gestured trying to get him to open the chest with the team's wands and toss them but he couldn't. It was too far of a distance to run. Fuck. He turned back to see the figure closer wand being lifted. Just then Bobbi whipped over head knocking the wand out of the menace's hand before racing over to the crate, kicking it open and grabbing her wand followed by Teddy's. Teddy was now making a run for it toward her with Leah and met the blonde halfway.

"Thanks, Bobbi." His left hand took his wand holding it before him in prep. 

"See? That's how you thank me!" Bobbi exclaimed, even in a high stress environment not resisting the urge to smack both of their asses with a grin. "Luckiest gal in the world right here with tight little asses like these, who needs enemies?" She announced before all three of them pointed their wands at the attacker who had retrieved his. "I said... WHO NEEDS ENEMIES." Bobbi shouted at the figure who didn't get the joke and didn't stop.

[PHILLIP ABBOTT]

"Ok. Everybody take a knee. I think now is when I am supposed to give an inspirational speech to inspire you or some bullshit like that." Coach Abbott announced to the Harpies ladies who were suited up ready to head to the pitch. "Today we have a game... obviously, because you're here... and it's a big game... obviously, because I showed up and my fly is zipped... Now I know that we haven't had the best season but you have had the best coach and that has to count for something. Cue inspirational music." He pointed to the ceiling as if cueing some powerful instrumental that underscored muggle movies only none came. Still, he went on speaking louder and louder as if it was. "I want you to go out there and I want you to play. I would say win but I tried to place a bet this morning because it was eight to one odds against us and they kicked me out for trying to bet. So, at this point, I just want you to go out there." And right up went the double thumbs and a big grin.

On the pitch she approached Leah, Theodore, and Rawiri smiling. He knew them. He liked them, he was particularly tight with Rawiri and reached out giving him the heartiest of handshakes. "Whoah. Are both teams gonna get disqualified for having too many studs on the pitch?" He winked then reached out for the ref's yellow card holding it up. "Flag on the play. Too sexy." The ref glared snatching back his cards and everyone returned to their sides of the pitch.

"Is this game almost over?" He sighed impatiently, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched the players race about. The woman he poised the question to on the bench rolled her eyes and didn't respond. That's when his eyes saw it: a paper bag drifting down from the stands slowly, almost beautifully, he watched it float from side to side as if in slow motion before landing on the ground at his feet. A moment of peace that was then immediately wrecked by a loud blast, and he went flying back into the walls with adds that led to the stands.

"What the..." He winced from where he landed on his butt, shattered wood around him, blood trickled down his neck. A rough hand reached out to rub it only to feel the warm wetness. He held it in front of his momentarily blurry vision and saw red, his finger spread. "Blood?..." A high pitched whistle in his ear, like a tea kettle on blast. Wincing he tried to get his vision back in check. "Is this cause I was too sexy?..." He protested quietly before groaning and rolling onto all fours, slowly lifting to his feet. "Fuck... I feel... like how I felt this morning."

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

Rawiri Tibble had been excited before all the quidditch games. The cheers, smells, and pre-game prep talks were also delightful for him, but today had seemed off, maybe because of what happened with Leah on the rooftop. Ever since then life has seemed empty ever since. Rawiri walked along with Theodore and Leah. He kept himself together. He needed to for the team.

"Alright, let's make this a game that Phil will never forget." Then the door opened, and they went to greet the Harpies. Rawiri instantly walked up to Phil, shaking his hand. "Eh, I don't know. I think I'm the biggest stud here." Phil was always the joker, but that's what he loved about Phil. " I think the ref didn't like that. You should tell them they are included in the sexiness, haha!" Rawir said as he made the mistake of glancing over at Leah. While everyone was 'sexy,' she was the most beautiful, but it shook the thought, Rawiri, she didn't want you. Keep your eyes on the team and the game. Best to make sure no one knew what was happening between the two. He didn't need the news outlets to gossip about them.

Like that, the team was playing, and everything was going well. Throughout, he glazed over to Leah. She was so elegant on her broom, and how well she played with each thought, he turned his head to someone else. Rawiri did not want to think like that anymore. It hurt too much thinking of Leah.

As the game continued, his eyes went to Leah as the play was in her court. He had a simple smile that faded away as he saw a flash of green light that passed her. "Leah!" His hand went to his side as he yelled as another light came out of her, making her fall off her broom. Before he could fly up to her to catch a burst of light came out of nowhere, and Rawiri fell to the ground fainting from the blast.

Rawir grunted and felt blood running down his face. Then the sound came back, and everyone was screaming. All he could think about was Leah. Was she safe? He took a deep breath, got up, and leaned on a wall.

He patted himself down, looking for his wand, and when he found it, he pulled it out. Rawiri looked around and Saw Teddy, Bobbie, and Leah. Thank Merlin she was safe but not completely. One of the attackers was in front of them. Rawiri pushed himself off the wall and charged over from behind. "Petrificus Totalus," he shouted at their attacker.

LEAH SILVIAS  and OPEN // Notes: 

[LEAH SILVIAS]

An attacker raised their wand to cast a spell but then went rigid and fell. Rawiri stepped into view like some sort of hero from an action film. Leah felt herself inhale and actually feel the cool air enter her lungs. Despite the madness, she felt renewed and refreshed even if only for a brief moment. The memory of what had happened on the rooftop, what she had caused, now in this chaotic moment on the backburner. All the Quidditch Keeper could think about was how relieved she was that the man (appeared to be) was ok.

"They're everywhere." Theodore patted Rawiri's arm in greeting relieved that another one of their band of fools was ok (for now). A whoosh from above and he watched as Johnny and Shawn flew toward the stands with their wands shooting spells into the rafters. No bad guys on brooms (yet). A good sign at least.

Gosh, she had missed him. She had actually missed him. His comebacks, his grin, his face, his expressive eyes and the way that he looked at her, his energy, and even that obnoxious charm. Holy shit she had actually missed Rawiri Tibble. And, if she was being honest with herself, she had missed him a whole hell of a lot. This was saying something because she had seen him, at least professionally, he was the new coach of their team. But the days that had passed since were willingly accepting instruction, nodding in agreement, obeying, no banter. By being responsible and an obedient player she was actually going against the crux of what made them, well, them. It didn't feel right. It felt foreign. It hurt. Like hell. And somehow had hurt more than being shot off her broom had. Speaking of...

"Silvias, your shoulder." Theodore pointed out as he gave his fellow captain a once over. There was worry in his eyes but he tried his best to keep the concerned tone from his voice.

Looking down she noticed. It was out of its socket. Even with her uniform on you could tell. Blame the adrenalin and shock for keeping the pain away in the moment but as it hung there it was very clearly out of place. Still stunned from all that had gone down, she couldn't react, not how most would anyways. Instead, all that left her was a simple: "Shit." Shit indeed. Looking back to the boys and Bobbi she then looked up at Rawiri willingly making eye contact with him for the first time for longer than a second in about a month. "I'm getting really tired of this." She admitted quietly, sadly, and then looked back down at her arm pushing the wrist with her working one and causing it to sway.


"Stop that." Teddy warned reaching out with his non wand holding hand to swat her hand away.

"You're bleeding..." She pointed out the obvious, still not tearing her gaze away from the coach as she looked up at him. Using her good hand to reach up to lightly touch his forehead.

Teddy, ever the one to stay on top of things, shot off another spell then quickly looked back at Rawiri. "We've got to find some cover."

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

Like that the attacker froze and fell over. It never seemed so easy to get one over an attacker, but maybe it did because Leah's life was at stake. Rawiri would do anything to make sure Leah came out of this okay. He wouldn't lose her, even if it meant getting hurt in the process.

Rawiri placed his wands by his side as the attacker before he fell. He paused, looking at Leah, his blood boiled, thinking someone had hurt her. If he could find that person, he would have ripped them apart for what they had done to her.

When Theodore had patted Rawiri, he came out of his anger. It was time to take safety. When he heard Leah taking a breath, he rushed over to her, helping her set up.

Rawiri looked around as spawns of light had busted from all the fighting that was happening in front of them. Rawiri wrapped his arm around her, making sure she had enough strength to sit up. When Theodore had noted her shoulder, he took a look. Oh crap, it looked terrible.

The two had finally locked eyes. Leah was his world now, and the thought of her getting hurt again felt like he had failed her again. He gave her a worried smile. "I don't blame you on that. I'm starting to feel the same." After this, he would make sure nothing like this happened again. Every day, he would make sure to put a smile on Leah's face.

"Listen to Teddy. There is a better time to push it back in. We need to get to a safe spot first." It would be painful for her, and he wanted to ensure she was safe before they started to heal her.

"Oh, me?" He touched the blood on his forehead. "Just a bit of jam, I think." He joked with her. "Don't worry about me that worry about you." He gently grabs her hand from his forehead, glad to interlock his fingers with hers again.

While he wanted to hold on to her forever in this moment, Teddy was right. They needed to move. "Alright, here's the plan. I'll carry Silivas. Bobbie covers us, and Teddy leads the way, Captain." He lifted Silvias into his arms, being as gentle as possible. "It's going to be ok, I'm here now." He looked sown at Leah, assuring her she was safe with him.

LEAH SILVIAS  and OPEN // Notes:

[LEAH SILVIAS]

As Rawiri returned her sentiment she gave him a little smile. While she wasn't as outwardly goofy as he was she did have a bit of a sarcastic and dark sense of humor which luckily he took in stride. She had tunnel vision. She could only see his gaze, his handsome face, the salt and pepper of his hair (she could remember when it was all black but found she far preferred it now), and it was then she noticed the sadness in his eyes despite the smile trying to hide it. She knew him long enough that she could recognize the difference.

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were worried about me, Tibble." She teased him gently which earned her a raised brow look from Theodore who shook his head and spoke to Bobbi before she took off in words that Leah didn't even hear. "Hey..." She uttered the out of place, genuinely fond hello to him as Bobbi and Theodore bickered back and forth, lost in her own world with her former classmate. Relishing in the moment of togetherness again (or some form of it) amidst all of the craziness.

At Rawiri's direction she nodded, still in a daze from shock and adrenalin the Keeper's eyes broke from his gaze and trailed to his arm which he currently wrapped around her without second thought or request, holding her up and for once she didn't push him away. Sure the Keeper was stubborn about receiving help from anyone even if she needed it but now was not one of those times. Truthfully, even if physically and emotionally broken she was just thrilled to have him near her again, touching her. She was so ecstatic about it she didn't even seem to notice the others there or worry about what they might think. To hell with it. If today was her last day she wanted to at least be close to the man who drove her crazy years ago and who had managed to get through the crack in her armor and under her skin.

"I'll always worry about you. Somebody's got to." She went to touch his forehead again when his hand took hers, interlocking their fingers he held them between their bodies, neither making a move to let go. She didn't want to.

"Oh. So this shit is still happening, huh?" Came Phil's voice as he popped up in the group. Dirty, scratched up, but alive. Always escaping by the skin of his teeth. His hands on his hips he stood there a moment out of breath. "I think that the match is indefinitely postponed." He shrugged like the goof he was. "I didn't get a definite but just a hunch." He glanced up to the sky. It looked about ready to rain. "Great. Just fucking great. These adidases are new." Looking back to the group he nodded at Rawiri's words. "Carry Silvias?" Despite everything Phillip snickered. "Now that I would pay to see - oh you're doing it for free great. Lets do this." He clapped his hands and then took off behind Theodore.

Leah, still stunned, didn't give any protest when he lifted her, wincing slightly, her head against his chest still looking at him. "You better not die, Tibble." More of that dark humor before her food arm wrapped around him tightly as they took off. "I really should have gotten better at spells." She cringed mumbling into him as he ran. She really couldn't cast a spell to save her life (literally now!) and she was sincerely regretting giving Quidditch all of her attention.

They were about to reach the stadium door that led to their locker room when an attack tripped up Rawiri's feet and Leah got loose from his grasp tumbling across the grass. Eventually she laid nearby writhing and crying out in pain having landed on her dislocated shoulder. Theodore and Phil were far ahead now opening the door and slipping inside having not seen it gone down.

"Ow... fuck... fuck..." She panted just as a low chuckling could be heard. A masked man's low chuckle joining in as he approached stepping toward her wand aimed.

"Ah. Silvias. We meet again. Remember me? No? Crucio!" And the sounds that left the Keeper were guttural yet high pitched, like a cat being pinned and yet otherworldly. The cries of absolute agony as her whole body arched off the ground beyond her own control. The sounds of an individual who couldn't take it. The masked figure relinquished his wand giving her a bit of a breather, circling her as he laughed. "I must admit, you haven't gotten much better at this a decade later. You sound just the same. Do you remember now?" He aimed his wand at her again. 

RAWIRI TIBBLE and whoever else!

[RAWIRI TIBBLE]

"Me worried, ah never Silvias. At least not in front of you." The two had always played off each other. There was no other way Rawiri would have it, even in terrible times. Rawiri considered it a good sign that she could still tease him even with her injury.

Here, Hey had made him concerned. The pain must have gotten to her, but he knew she was strong. She had to be strong. Rawiri needed her to be, and he needed her. Brushing the hair out of her face, he gave her a small, concerned smile. "I hope you are ready."

With that, Rawiri pulled Leah into his arms. Not how he imagined his first time picking her up like that. It should have been on a date on a romantic getaway to one of her favorite places, with memorable dinner and conversation. It wasn't supposed to be like this, not while she was being attacked. At least she was in his arms. Rawiri wanted to hold her tightly to make her feel she would be safe with him, but he knew that it could hurt her more, so he held her lightly.

'I'll always worry about you. Somebody's got to.' "That's the nicest thing you said to me. You lose your edge?" He smiled, teasing her though her words were what he needed to hear. There are better times to break down their relationship right now, though. As she wanted to touch her open wound, he held her hand again. This time, he wasn't going to let her go.

Rawiri broke his look from Leah to Phil. Even in trouble, Phil was making jokes. Rawiri guessed that was all one could do when bad things were happening around them. "You made it. Glad you joined us. Stay close to Theodore. He is going to lead the way." The last thing Rawiri needed was another person down, especially a close friend.

Back to Leah, he looked at her, smiled, and ignored Phil's comments. He was sure Phil would have tons of questions about this later. "It's time." Rawiri lifted her into his arms gently but quickly. They needed to get out, and the time was now.

'You better not die, Tibble.' Rawiri let out a laugh. "Me? I'm Rawiri Tibble. I am invincible. You, on the other hand, we have to work on that." Rawiri was trying to lighten the mode with her; if anything, she didn't want her to worry about old Tibble. After all, he wasn't the one with a dislocated disk.

"Don't worry about that right now. I can always teach you down the line. But you can't fall in love with me if I am your teacher. So we will have to hire someone" Always with the jokes with these two, he hated the idea that she felt that way. She was a fantastic witch, even if she did not think it. She just needed a bit more training, that was all.

"Where almost there." There it was, the door to freedom and safety, another attack throwing him off his feet and losing his grasp on Leah. The attack left Rawiri to lose his vision again. Great, another wound he didn't need right now.

His vision went in and out. With each blur, he could see Leah faintly. Then, a man approached. He tried to get up with all his might but struggled to no avail. This wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to be at the door away. Once more, Rawiri failed Leah.

Rawiri got to his knees when he heard the scream. Her scream No, no, no! His head turned to see she had been Crucio. Rawiri's hand gripped the grass on the ground, almost pulling it out from his anger and pain, seeing her pain and how her body arched. It wasn't going to end like this. Leah was going to leave alive even if it meant his death.

Everything went quiet in his mind. There was no sound around him. It felt like nothing was around him but the man in front of Leah. What felt like slow motion went quickly. There was no use of his wand as he charged "You fucking bastard!" Rawiri tackled the man. The struggle ensued, with Rawiri and the unknown man, just his bear hands to punch the attacker he didn't want to use his wand on him. There was no talking or asking who he was. He wanted him dead for what he had done to her.

LEAH SILVIAS  and OPEN // Notes:

[THEODORE SILVESTRI]

It was unlike any pain that Leah had ever experienced in her life. Most likely a hundred times worth than childbirth, worse than getting hit by a bullet train a thousand times over, being stabbed a billion times in all of your most sensitive parts, and yet somehow worse than that. A pain unlike any other and yet she had experienced it twice in her lifetime... and it was going on a third.

Even as the hooded and masked man approached closer, wand raised for another attack she found herself struggling to roll onto her side. She saw Rawiri there, in a heap having been knocked over, struggling to get up. Straining she reached for him. More than fifteen feet away but it might as well have been miles. "Ra... Rawi..." She called out in little more than a hoarse whisper - one of the rare occasions of both not yelling his name in warning but also not calling him by his surname. Her fingerless glove-clad fingers reached out for him dirty, shaking, and desperate. She was only met with cold air.

"Crucio!"

She screamed as her body arched up from the grass as if pulled by an invisible string at her midsection unable to help the way that her body folded backward in reaction to the searing pain that coursed through her every fiber. Her screams echoed throughout the vast, and now nearly empty, Quidditch pitch and stands. Loud enough for even the deaf to hear and certainly enough for Teddy to hear from inside the safety of the locker room even as Phil was about to pull the door closed. The scream even gave the usually goofy brawny coach and bar owner pause as he gaped at Teddy, eyes wide like sauces, and truly fearful.

"Silvias..." Theodore found himself whispering aloud. "Not again." Instantly, in a split second, he was transported to over a decade ago with a sixteen year old Leah writhing in pain in front of thousands in one of his first starts as a professional player filling in for their current Keeper Sunderlin. Then there was Ryan. He had stepped in the way... and now he was gone. Long gone. And yet it seemed like yesterday. Teddy could still see the glazed-over look in his eyes as he fell to the dirt. They were practically white. He had sworn that day he would keep his team safe and that meant every single one of them... and Leah was like a baby sister to him. In a moment's time, he was heading to the door, Phil holding out his brawny arm to stop him.

"Silvestri-" He began to warn his once fellow player, arm stiff and strong from years of being a beater and recent bar fights. His eyes locked on Theodore's and instantly he knew it was no use. "Damnit." He sighed, lowering his arm an reaching for his wand before moving to the door and unlocking the bolt. "Why can't any of my friends be fucking cowards?" He sighed aloud, rolling his eyes before pushing the door back open. "Lets go bail Tibble and co out of yet another mess, dummy." And out they ran wands raised and instantly firing off spells alternating between defensive and attack.

The two men reached a fourth way across the pitch when they had to go back to back covering each other. Theodore's eyes searched the pitch. Where was she? Oh no... I'm too late... Wait!... A heap on the floor. Oh no. His stomach dropped and he froze. They were too late. Phillip's eyes meanwhile scanned the pitch for another reason. He was a Coach, wasn't he? Technically... and technically he had to care about those young women. Actually worried he tried to see if he recognized any of the bodies hoping with all of his might that each Harpy had managed to get away. It was yelling and commotion from nearby that had both men looking at the brawl happening in the grass. Rawiri, madder than anyone had ever seen him, repeatedly punching the cloaked figure hitting him brutally over and over. 

"Dummy..." Phil marveled in a gasp. Who the heck brought fists to a magical fight? Rawiri apparently. And holy shit he seemed to be winning. Both men nodded at each other and Phil left Theodore behind racing forward blasting other attackers on his way. When one jumped over the wall racing toward him he used a spell to knock them off their feet then stole a page out of Rawiri's playbook giving them an elbow to the ground. They were out cold.

The man beneath Rawiri's body was more shards of teeth, pooling blood, and a shattered face by this point, still he was sneering, snickering, whistling and gurgling clearly having ruptured some valuable organ. "You better get used to the sound of her screams. It's all you'll hear soon enough and even when she's finally silent along with your other muggle friends it's all you'll hear to the end of your days... BOY." And with that he hawked a loogie (blood and spit) at the man before erupting into loud, sickly cackles from where he laid on the ground drowning in his own spilled blood.

"Tibble..." Phil began as he watched his friend continue to punch the figure. "That's enough." Still he persisted. "That's enough." He didn't hear him. Reaching out Phil yanked him off and back by both shoulders. "He's gone. He's gone man." He held him away, and probably up as well, until Rawiri could semi catch his breath. Phil, breathless, found his friend's eyes... finally. "Dude... How much Streetfighter have you been playing?" But he probably wasn't heard for soon, close by, directly in front of Rawiri's gaze they could see Theodore kneeling by his co-captain who laid motionless on the ground.

Phil meanwhile stepped toward the body on the ground, lifting the mask he made a grossed-out face and quickly lowered it back down. "What a looker." His stomach lurched several times as he dry heaved like a cat throwing up a hairball.

TAG: RAWIRI TIBBLE , any Harpies, anyone who wants to jump in

[DIDIANE MAISONET]

Games, right? They were similar enough, except when fuckers showed up to bloody knock them out of the fucking sky. Any time was too much time to take to register what was happening. The figures converging on the pitch, on the stands, on the med tent, they weren't there, nothing was there. She'd been focused on the quaffle, getting it back, maybe making a goal. The rush of air around her, until the screams started. Then the searing pain in her calf that had her screaming, spiraling to the ground before another hex thrown her way threw her from her broomstick as she plummeted the last feet to the ground in free fall.

Didiane came to on the ground. Sprawled out and vulnerable with no idea what had happened. Everything ached, plus the pulsing pain in her leg.

Gritting her teeth Didiane forced herself onto an elbow to check her surroundings; they were … not good. Definitely not good. "Fuck." She spat, alongside a bit of blood. Her mind was … hazy with pain and something. She knew she'd been playing Quidditch, knew where she was. But … everything was a blur.

She didn't think she'd be able to stand. Not with the blood covering her pants and that pain that made her not want to look.

Better to lay here and play dead.

And she fell back with a soft thud.