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"the troublemaker"|Rowan Michael King
location = Quidditch Field
gender = Male
age = 17
Mood = Determined
Tagged = None
Quidditch = Beater
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Rowan winced when he realized that Iris wasn't getting up. His stomach twisted again, but he zoomed his broom onto the floor and jumped of quickly, still holding onto the beater's bat as he made his way up to her, bending down so he could see her face. She looked paler than her own white hair, and he immediately placed a palm on her forehead, feeling that she was cold.
"She's definitely out cold.." He murmured through clenched teeth. But then a thought made his way into his mind. That was a foul, right? They automatically would win, or at least gain a lot of points? The thought made the corners of his mouths lift into a smile, but then he looked down at Iris, and immediately cringed a bit as he realized blood had almost come out of her mouth, and a small bit was coming out of her nose. He looked over at Ian, and immediately saw the pain on his face as he watched Hagrid pick her up and carry her away. They must have had some sort of family relationship, and it must have been pretty bad for Ian to witness this. The only thing he could do was place a comforting hand on his shoulder and wince a bit.
"She'll be okay.." He swallowed his own doubt a bit before lifting his palm up and narrowing his eyes at the hufflepuff's. Some had the decency to look a little bit sad, but others were still smiling in their jolly way. He spit on the floor as he stared at them, his eyes narrowing slowly as he walked something had tripped him as he fell into the dirt. A hufflepuff had his wand out in the crowds, and he could see her giggly face as she laughed with her friends. He lifted himself up and clenched his fists tightly together as he narrowed his eyes coldly at them, before walking over to the others.
"Now what? Will they cancel the game, or do we keep going?" He murmured through gritted teeth.