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- Black Walnut/ Maple Wand 12 3/4" Essence of Silver Thistle
After a painful voyage up the stairs, Henric finally wandered into the Hospital Wing and collapsed into a chair, slumping down, the pain not ebbing one bit. Having arrived fresh from Quidditch, he was still dressed in his Quidditch robes, and his broom leaning against the wall. Sliding a hand down to his waist, he winced in pain as he felt the broken bones; he had taken two bludgers, one had hit him in the leg, possibly spraining or twisting the muscles, and the other had slammed right into his chest - it felt like his rib cage had shattered.
Breathing out painfully, he waited for medical attention, his gray eyes wandering across the ceiling.
Breathing out painfully, he waited for medical attention, his gray eyes wandering across the ceiling.