So it was a great game and all that, and Elise did injure a few professors but they had no friends but their team on the pitch. It was fact and that was one thing the Ravenclaw believed in. Speaking of her team, they were all brilliant and played superbly. At least the intensive practicing worked in their favour, yeah?

Only thing she wasn't very happy about was the detention Lafay had threatened. Merlin, was the woman actually psycho? All she'd done was protect her team from the Professor!beaters! Nothing very detention-able about it, no. It was a great game, though and she was just about to touch down when...

BANG.

The bludger rammed itself into Elise from her right, catching her totally and utterly off guard and making her flail like her life depended on it. Well, her life DID depend on it. Now hanging by the broom by nothing but her feet, her eyes widened as said feet lost their grip. Crashing towards the ground and hitting someone else on the way there, Elise landed on her bad arm, solidifying the one theory she now had about Lafay. The woman was totally and utterly psycho.

Then there was their headmistress, screaming her head off and sounding remarkably like Nessie. Wincing, Elise pushed herself off her only arm that seemed to work and somehow managed to pull herself out from under her bestie. When had she fallen?

"Good game, team!" she grinned, facing her team and debating the merits of pulling Kat back up. Too much pain. Besides, she didn't have a strangely bent arm. She could get up on her own.

Anywaaay, they were supposed to shake hands, right? Elise stared at her headmistress blankly for a moment before very slowly and painfully offering her right hand. Don't grip it too tight, please just don't grip it too tight, she sort of prayed (do Atheists do that? The praying thing?) or more like simply pleaded with whoever was listening as she pulled the scarf ever-present around her neck up to cover her nose.

It was cold. Had nobody else realized that?