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- Marijke
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- 03/2042 (19)
After failing to convince the referee that she could still play Ivelisse had reluctantly let one of the nurses guide her back to the hospital wing. She had wondered for a second if she could negotiate with them to let her at least watch the remainder of the match before she realized she didn't want to. There were only two possible outcomes in her mind anyways. Either the team won because the alternate seeker would turn up to outperform her again or Gryffindor would win and they would all be losers. In all honesty, she wasn't even sure which outcome she would prefer. It all just seemed.. unfair. She had been so ready to play her first game, ready to show the whole school what she was made off. And for what? To be knocked out by three bludgers in a row. It wasn't even as if there was much time between the hits as well, it was just one collision after another. And still she felt fine, felt like she could play on. Things didn't even hurt that much. Or perhaps that was just the adrenaline talking.
It wasn't untill Ive was sat down on one of the beds in the hospital wing that the pain started to settle in and she realized everything hurt. Getting knocked out of a game would do that to a thirteen year old girl. Maybe the adults were right, maybe she wouldn't have been able to play on after all. Not that it mattered anymore anyways. Even if the game wasn't decided yet, it was for her. She had lost. And she hated losing. More than anything in the world. Almost as much as she hated crying, which was exactly why she was quick to close the curtain around her bed when she started to feel the tears prickle in her eye. And so she just sat there, sheltering behind the thin fabric of the curtain as if it was a solid wall to would keep everyone out. Keep them from seeing her cry.
It wasn't untill Ive was sat down on one of the beds in the hospital wing that the pain started to settle in and she realized everything hurt. Getting knocked out of a game would do that to a thirteen year old girl. Maybe the adults were right, maybe she wouldn't have been able to play on after all. Not that it mattered anymore anyways. Even if the game wasn't decided yet, it was for her. She had lost. And she hated losing. More than anything in the world. Almost as much as she hated crying, which was exactly why she was quick to close the curtain around her bed when she started to feel the tears prickle in her eye. And so she just sat there, sheltering behind the thin fabric of the curtain as if it was a solid wall to would keep everyone out. Keep them from seeing her cry.