"You can't play," Lorcan told his brother as the younger boy got ready to push off the ground. "You're sick, you'll fall off and kill yourself-"
Lysander gave Lorcan a small smile as he pushed off and floated easily in the air. "I'll be fine."
The blond didn't look convinced and sat down next to Molly and Lily under the old willow tree. The Potter-Weasley and Scamander clan all shared a large field space behind their yards, providing an excellent playing field for Quidditch.
"The rules are simple- no killing or maiming. Ready… set… go!"
Fourteen brooms took off.
I don't own Harry Potter!
Prompt: fallen (Because Lorcan's worried he's going to fall...en. God my excuses are terrible but I'm really trying, I really am, I just write the chapters though and it's hard to figure out how to include them...)
Note: 1OO words.