Chapter 182: Finals, Life, Crash... (2/2)
Ivy nodded and added to Hermione, ”Yes, after that, we'll be practicing the spells. So be ready to get started right after Hermione is done with you.”
While Harry was okay with practicing spells, he was always mentally tired after sessions with Hermione. He knew that the task was close, but he really wanted some break.
He sighed and decided to follow their advice and relax with the game in front of him. ”If Carmichael doesn't score any points, then it would be perfect.”
”That's unlikely to happen.”
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The game was a heated one. Both teams went against each other with a heated passion. And because one of the teams was a pro-defensive team, the numbers on the scoreboard were low. But despite all that, the game was a nail-bitter and throat-soaring affair as there was a constant back-and-forth between the two teams.
”I must say,” Quinn's voice blared, ”the game between these two teams might be perfect as the finals.. .. the tournament started with these two teams, and now we have come full circle and ending with these two teams. It's like a journey on display in front of us — I can see how the teams have changed from week one — the progress they have made through all the weeks, all the adjustments, improvements, and the built synergy is one display in front of us.”
”Ah, how about what we hear from someone who knows much more about quidditch than me,” said Quinn, before turning and pointing his fake wand as it was a microphone, ”professor McGonagall, what do you think about the current game?”
McGonagall blinked for a couple of seconds before taking her own wand to cast a Sonorous on herself,
”Ahem, I completely agree with your words here, Quinn. Quidditch is indeed like a journey. I would even go as far as to say that it's akin to life itself. A team is formed — it's a birth. Teams go through their ups and downs just like a person in the form of wins and losses and learn from those lessons like any other person would from their life experience. Finally, today after this game, the teams would disband, which might be compared to death.. .. of course, to a well-prepared mind, death is but the next great adventure.”
Quinn smiled at the quote at the end, and so did those who had heard it from the original speaker himself.
”But maybe it's not akin to death. They will be taking precious memories with them and carry them with them for a long-long time,” she smiled, ”to me, it's one of the most beautiful things in life.”
Quinn smiled in return and nodded, ”Those were some beautiful and insightful words, professor. Though as you said, comparing team disbandment with death—”
He stopped when he saw the widening of eyes on the professors' faces as an expression of shock and what he identified as horror spread on their faces. Then he heard a collective gasp from the stands and restless chatter.
Quinn turned back just in time to see a broom crash into the ground, and the rider skid across the green pitch violently. The force was so harsh that the green grass was pulled out on impact, with the brown dirt beneath showing.
It wasn't a usual crash that happened time from time during games. This was severe.. .. this was dangerous.
”.. .. E-Eddie.”
The professors all got up as this was a serious matter and were about to take action when they heard the metal railing of the booth groan loudly. As if it was being forced to bend.
”Quinn!” At the sound of his name, Quinn turned and saw Flitwick staring at him with serious eyes. ”Please, control yourself!”
Quinn frowned and realized that his magic had gotten out of his control. He heard the groaning metal and turned to see the metal railing being brutally bent out of shape.
He took a deep breath and got his magic back under his control, and bowed his head to the professors, ”My apologies. I lost my calm for a moment, and my emotions triggered accidental magic.”
Quinn looked at McGonagall and addressed her, ”Professor McGonagall, please take over the commentary. I have to go.. . .”
”Eh, Mr. West, I understand your worries, but you don't have to—”
”I can't do it right now, professor.. .. not right now. I will do a terrible job if I'm to return to commentary, so please take over.”
McGonagall stared at Quinn, but the boy had already turned away from her and was staring at the field. ”Alright, Mr. West,” she said, ”I will take care of you.. .. so, you can go.”
”Thank you, professor.”
Then Quinn left.
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Quinn didn't mind pushing his all into body magic, pushing his speed to the limit as he ran through Hogwarts and entered the hospital wing. Right now, he couldn't give a rat's ass if someone saw him running at speeds at the peak of human level.
”Madam Pomfrey!” he yelled.
The response was prompt and stern, ”Don't yell, this a hospital!”
”How is he?” asked Quinn as he made his way towards the sound.
”.. .. Cracked skull, shattered shoulders, broken ribs, punctured organs.. .. his knee caps and ankles busted from impact, he's injured all over.. . and.. . he has lost a lot of blood.”
He reached the bed and found that it was completely covered. ”I want to help.”
”You stay out there,” sounded Poppy, ”I don't need your help. You can sit there and wait. He'll be fine, I promise.”
Quinn clenched his fists and obeyed — he stayed out but didn't move from his spot.
”Eddie!”
Quinn turned to see a haggard Marcus at the entrance of the hospital wing. He was wheezing and sweating all over. Even though his lungs hurt, Marcus hurried towards Quinn and grabbed him by the shoulder.
”How is he?!”
”Madam Pomfrey says he'll be fine. She's treating him.”
”He—”
”He'll be fine,” assured Quinn to Marcus and himself.
”O-Okay,” said Marcus and left Quinn's shoulders. Just like Quinn, he also stood there.
Another set of footsteps sounded, and Luna ran into the hospital wing. The girl with a usually perpetual dreamy expression looked scared as she stared at Quinn and Marcus.
”E-Eddie,” she spoke, her voice cracking, ”E-Eddie.”
Quinn patted Marcus and told him to sit down as he went to handle Luna. He hugged the little girl and helped her calm down by speaking words of assurance into her ears.
The next to arrive were Tracey and Daphne, and both looked extremely worried — especially Tracey, who looked the most stressed anyone here had seen the brunette.
The group waited silently waited with a thick tension and worry in the room. No one made a sound or talked to each other as they waited for Madam Pomfrey to come out.
And when the medi-witch did come out, all of them surrounded her.
”How is he?” asked Quinn, his voice bordering at shouting levels.
Poppy stared at the students in front of her and smiled, ”He will be fine. It will take him some time to wake up, but he will be up by tomorrow.”
Quinn let out a breath of worry and squinted his eye as he felt the distress leave his body.
”Thank you,” he said and repeated, ”thank you.”
”Thank you,” he said once again.
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Quinn West - MC - ”Thank you.. . .”
Eddie Carmichael - Injured - In a coma.
Poppy Pomfrey - Medi-witch - 'Having good friends is a blessing.'
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