Everything was dark. He didn't know where he was, or what had happened. Suddenly, there was light. He had opened his eyes. "He's awake!" he heard a voice call. "Move out of the way!" another voice shouted. Ezekiel rubbed his head, and sat up. It took a second to realize he was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. He saw his friends standing around him. Tyler, Harold, Brick, Cody, Bridgette. Everyone. "What...happened eh?" he asked, having no recollection of what had happened previously. "You...uh..." Tyler started. "Give it to him straight." Brick said. Tyler sighed. "You fell off your broomstick Zeke." he finished. Ezekiel was shocked. "Really?" he asked. "Yeah dude, and you broke your arm pretty badly," Cody said to him. "Luckily Chef had some skele-gro in stock for you, healed in no time while you were out." "We were worried about you." Bridgette said. Ezekiel smiled and blushed. Then, something hit him. "Wait...did we win eh?" he asked. "Yeah man!" Tyler shouted, "You caught the snitch right before you fell, that was a wicked move guy!" "But dangerous. His safety is more important than winning a little game of Quidditch." Brick said in a powerful voice. There was a painful whimper from the bed next to them. Ezekiel looked over and saw Elias laying there, Caelen, Alex, Logan, and the rest of the Slytherin team standing there. "He's gonna be fine, Zeke." Bridgette assured. "You think so?" Ezekiel asked. Bridgette nodded. "But my main focus is YOU getting better." she said to him. Ezekiel's heart fluttered. "Alright, you all get going now," Chef said "The boy needs his rest." "Yes sir!" Brick said as he saluted. And just like that, everyone left the area. Without everyone there, it was quiet. Too quiet. Quiet enough to drive a person mad. And Ezekiel loved it. Back at his aunt and uncle's house, it was always noisy. Even in the common room at night he could hear other boys talking. But now, it was peaceful. Ezekiel couldn't wait until the next match, but he also knew he shouldn't rush getting better. He turned over and saw Elias, wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Ezekiel sat up and looked a little closer. He noticed a tear streaming down his face. "Are you alright Elias?" Ezekiel asked. "No. You made me look like a fool," Elias started "How can I show my face to my fellow Slytherins knowing I got beat by a Gryffindor. I'm ruined." he finished. Elias turned over and face the wall. Ezekiel felt bad. "I'm sure they don't think differently of you eh. It was one loss, and we're only in our third year, you'll have plenty of time to beat me eh!" Ezekiel responded. Elias turned back over. "You think so?" he asked. "I know so eh. You're a good Quidditch player, you've beaten every other house, and I'm sure Slytherin will bear Gryffindor at some time!" Ezekiel said. "Hm. I guess you're right. Maybe I was overreacting." Elias admitted. Ezekiel reached out his hand. Elias looked at it then shrugged. The two shook hands, and laid back down. Ezekiel closed his eyes. He hoped he would have a nice dream. Hopefully the one he'd been having. The one where him and all his friends graduate and start families of their own, all of them happy. That's what he wanted when he left Hogwarts. He wanted a family to call his own.
