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Originally Posted by
lemon 
Alice really wasn't THINKING. At all. She was just disappointed in herself. Not a single bludger hit, not one. But.. the snitches.. Penelope could still win this, right? And someone from the stands had said SOMETHING about biting, so she figured it would help. When she latched her teeth onto Oakey's hand, it was a very impulsive action. But it was definitely his fault for being such a priss, though, that they were falling to their deaths. Oakey landed on Dylan's lap, didn't he? She didn't know. But once she unhinged her jaw from the Hufflepuff, she was sent in another direction, landing on another somebody.
Oh. Hi, West.
The fourteen year old sluggishly rolled off of him, aching all over. Her head hurt. And her arms. And legs. And everything else. She just wanted food.. and Selina.. and a game win. The game! That was the only important thing, right? "Did.. did we.. win?" she asked, her words slurred and nearly incoherent.
And then she passed out.
Quidditch games always seemed to end all at once. With things happening faster than what you could tell was going on. There was an Alice on him for instance. That was... new.
He sorta followed her to the ground in between the seats in concern. Before he could ask if she was okay though, she was already passed out. Where was Healer Tillstorm? In the meantime, West carefully moved Alice into the rescue position, you know, so she didn't swallow her tongue and die, because that would suck.
.... should he revive her? He knew how and everything.... in theory. What he did do was take off his
jacket and fold it up, putting it under her head.