Cale walked up to the hospital wing, moaning and holding his broken nose in his palm. Well, this seems familiar, he thought to himself, recalling a similar incident in his fifth year when he broke his nose playing Quidditch. Allie had broken his nose then, however, and this time, Anna AND Cale had both injured themselves.

"My noseeeeeeeee! It's never going to look the same after this!" he groaned as he entered the hospital, still in his muddy Quidditch practice clothes. His curly hair was in complete disarray, and he was just a complete mess. Grrrr--there was half a can of mousse down the drain.