A bludger in the stands. Ned and Anne were in the stands.
Surely it was nothing, Kit reasoned with himself. Bludgers went into the stands from time to time—gave the audience a fright, to be sure, but if a player could take a direct hit and still keep going—as they had witnessed countless times today—then surely an indirect encounter wouldn't do much damage, right?
Anne and Ned.
The auror hadn't been much of an optimist, even before his captivity. His efforts to reason with himself were dwarfed altogether by an overbearing sense of foreboding as the wizard approached the edge of the box, craning his neck and willing the situation to make itself clear, with...zero results.
Surely it was nothing, Kit reasoned with himself. Bludgers went into the stands from time to time—gave the audience a fright, to be sure, but if a player could take a direct hit and still keep going—as they had witnessed countless times today—then surely an indirect encounter wouldn't do much damage, right?
Anne and Ned.
The auror hadn't been much of an optimist, even before his captivity. His efforts to reason with himself were dwarfed altogether by an overbearing sense of foreboding as the wizard approached the edge of the box, craning his neck and willing the situation to make itself clear, with...zero results.
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