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When you woke up in the infirmary, your head throbbing like it had been hammered, one whole side of your body throbbing, the first thing you saw was a very nervous Slytherin sitting next to your bed.

His eyes widened and his eyebrows rose as he saw you slowly regaining consciousness.

"Hey, hey," he muttered softly, getting up to run to her bed. "You're okay. I'm... sorry."

I grimaced and groaned, looking at his body. An arm in a cast and some bandages hiding cuts on his face. My God, he had been so careless.

"I, uhm... I knocked you off your broom in the game. Do you remember anything?"