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Astrid's mind was elsewhere, causing her to lose focus on the path she walked.  That was until her body collided with another.  She gasped in shocked, nearly dropped her violin case.  “Oh shoot !  Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.  I don’t know whats wrong with me today.  You ok ?”

When the lockdown had ended and the Aurors came in and took care of the remaining hunters, Jim had been unconscious, still lying next to Ursula’s body. He didn’t remember it but he’d been taken out f the dungeon and up to the infirmary. He’d been out for days, with a few broken ribs he hadn’t noticed in all the drama. His wounds weren’t as serious as a lot of others so he hadn’t been a priority and if any part of him had been conscious, he would have been glad for it. He would have been glad to not be awake to deal with what had happened, what he had been responsible. He didn’t invite the hunters in but he sure as hell handled it badly when they were there and because he rushed in to the danger, other got dragged into it with him and they were the ones who really got hurt. 

It was late in the afternoon when he finally came to in an infirmary bed. Everything smelled sterile and his body ached like he couldn’t believe but that was nothing compared to the realization of his guilt. He tried to sit up but they had given him something that made him drowsy, as he moved the world began to spun but he had to get up. He had to see, maybe he was remembering it wrong, maybe they were both fine. Ursula was fine. She had to be. 

In his hospital gown, he managed to get bth feet over the side of the bed, slipping right off and landing on the floor with a thud. He struggled up to his feet but it was hard, so much harder than he expected it would be, it was like he was a little paper boat on a turbulent sea, controlling his body was just that hard. “James!” he tried to call out but his voice was horse. “Ursula!” he called out louder, wincing in pain, gripping at his chest, a broken rib maybe?” He couldn’t tell. 

There was a sad, calculating tense expression on her glistening mud-caked face mostly in her Quidditch (✰) outfit as she sat in the middle of the Quidditch field long empty of anyone but her after the game they just lost.  Releasing a howl of frustration feeling her hands bawl up until her knuckles turned white and vented out for a moment shifting to laying on her back upset (✰) as she gazed at the stars.  Sighing heavily as she could still hear her ears ringing with `Cinderella` and `Cinders` (✰) from the announcer echoing through her hollow bones.  Worse?  The two other chasers went down in five minutes, and they only lasted 20 minutes. 20 minutes!  She really believed it was the worse Quidditch game in history and if it wasn’t it sure felt like that right now.  “What a good way to start the season,” she feistily said sarcastically to no one in particular.  “Augh,” she groaned upset not expecting anyone else was still around.

Shuffling through her bag she felt someone walking near and without looking up she spoke. “How was the Ball?” 

She almost didn’t see the person walking by, causing her to squeal out of fear but it more so sounded like a frightened kitten then anything else. “Oh my! You made me as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs!” Char exclaimed as she leaned up on her elbows before motioning to the spot of the blanket beside her. “If you are just gonna stand there, you may as well sit with me. The sky is absolutely beautiful tonight.”