Jo crashed into the grass with an agonising throb of pain in her right ankle. She had barely registered Neville roll off her when Madam Hooch's voice thundered in her skull. The brunette tried to scramble up onto her feet, mouth dropping open in a silent cry.
Jo blinked. Again. Again. And as many times as she could to clamp down the tears swelling in her eyes.
The pain was worse than the sprains she'd got when she first tried skateboarding.
Fractured?
"—fractured—" a voice confirmed.
How had catching Neville done that?