Chapter 14 – Quidditch Match Gone Wrong
Alice-Rose POV
We had gone on try outs for the Quidditch team a few weeks ago. I think it went pretty well, since I managed to get chaser and the twins both got beaters. Charlie was our seeker and Oliver was captain and keeper.
We had our first game after all the houses had enough players to participate. Our first game was against Slytherin, it was horrible. They're all a bunch of cheaters and were more interested in killing everyone on our team. We did pretty well throughout most of the game, we were in the lead, and we were so far ahead that even if the Slytherins did catch the snitch we'd still win.
Charlie was getting closer to catching the snitch and the Slytherins didn't like that, so their beater hit a bludger towards us. I can't remember much but I know that I got hit by that ball and so did the twins. After that I came off my broom and the next thing I know is that I'm being engulfed by darkness.
When I woke up I was in the hospital wing. On either side of me were the Weasley twins, both were unconscious. I was worried, who knew if and when they would wake up. I glanced across the room and a saw another body, about as injured as the rest of us. It took a while, but I eventually recognised him, it was a Slytherin from our year called Stav Follius.
I felt really drained of energy and fell back into that dark place.
The next time I opened my eyes, someone was holding my hand. I turned to see who was holding my hand and saw the face of Grandpa Carlisle.
"Hey baby girl, how're you feeling?"
"Better," I grumbled.
"I checked you over while you were asleep, I wanted my own opinion over whether I thought my granddaughter was okay, and if I were the healer here I'd let you out in about a week."
"A week!?" I screeched.
"I know that you'll hate it, but I have organised for your dad to come. He'll keep you from going crazy."
I was a bit apprehensive but I trusted grandpa, "Okay, if you say so, then I'll believe you."
The week dragged out and I really needed to get out of here. I was fine when I had people around me. My dad stayed until everyone would be going to bed and some of my friends would visit after classes or before bed. I enjoyed the company and had to introduce my dad as my brother to anyone that visited, except for the twins and Charlie.
I was eventually let out but I was only allowed to go to morning classes and then join everyone at dinner. It was great to finally be out but I missed seeing Dad. I was used to having him with me all the time and now I missed his presence.
But it was okay, I'd get used to missing him soon. I was glad I had my friends with me though.