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[Rosie Lupin]

Being a beater for the Gryffindor Quidditch Team had its downfalls. Waking up early every Saturday morning for practice was one, while the other included multiple bumps, bruises, and injuries to various parts of the body. One of the worst of these was when an opposing Beater had the guts, or stupidity in Rosie's opinion, to shoot a bludger right at your head. Which was something similar to what had happened that day.

One moment she'd been getting ready to hit a bludger coming at her from one angle, and the next, one had hit her in the back of the head, causing the other to smash into her stomach, hurtling her down towards the ground far far below. She'd been unconscious since the first bludger hit, which had been early that morning at the first game of the season against Slytherin, and now as stars began to twinkle outside the window over her head, the minutes ticked by until she would wake up.

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[Terence Landon Wittney]

Was not enough that she was in enough danger even thinking about being a beater, she had to get hit in the back of the head with a bloody bludger. Teddy's probably there alright. Turning the corner Terry dodged a few first years of which he had almost ran over. He grimaced ignoring the stares and calls as Terence started to run down the hallway. Rosie, being the idiot that she is, took a bludger in the stomach unconscious since the morning. It just happens that his History of Magic teacher decided that it was unorthodox to run out of the class calling after him detention. Nothing could stop him from seeing Rosie, they were after all close friends. Moving around Madame Pomfrey Terry kneeled down beside Rosie's bed eyes filled with worry. "C'mon hon, wake up."

[Teddy Lupin]

Terry was right about one thing, Ted had not left Rosie's side since she entered the hospital wing. His over-active heartbeat, to a normal human that is, was go haywire, thinking the worse. He sat like a statue by her bed, his eyes locked to her face and his hand in hers, waiting for some kind of reaction from her, like a hand squeeze or fluttering of the eyes or even a moan would help bring Ted back from his insanity at the moment. He just kept running soothing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb and thinking about how it all happened. He had seen the bludger coming at her but thought she could handle it, since he and the other Slytherin beater seemed to be having a face off. But when he heard her scream he had turned and nearly dove at the Slytherin who hit the bludger at her, because he was laughing, but decided that he better just head off to Rosie before he would be dealt with.

When he heard Terry came in, he roboticly looked at him for a moment and gave a small nod to him. Terry was one of their good friends, and he and Rosie were really close. Of course Ted worried about her and Terry before they went out, but he knew Terry have enough respect for Ted, which he appreciated. He sighed and looked back to Rosie. "Come on love, please wake up." he pleaded with her again, and no matter how many times Madame Pomfrey told them she would be alright, he had to worry.

[Rosie Lupin]

The Gryffindor was having the most awful of dreams. Nausea gripped her stomach, making her toss and turn in her unconscious state, a sign to the two boys that she was indeed perfectly alright, just sleeping. However, the next moment, she was plunged deep into what felt like ice cold water, and she gasped for breath, her lungs screaming for the air that she was unconsciously depriving them of. Had she breathed in, she would have certainly gotten the air that she sorely needed, but as she was dreaming of being far under water, she didn't. She just held her breath until she passed away into the deep unconsciousness derived from the absence of air. This whole time, she'd been writhing rather viciously on the hospital bed, clawing at her throat, but the moment she went unconscious, her whole body went limp and her body forced her to heave a sigh of relief as she began breathing steadily again.

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[Terence Landon Wittney]

A sheet of icy fear claimed Terence's nerves as he watched his friend writhe in pain on the bed sheets flailing in every direction. Deeply breathing inward he returned Teddy's curt nod with a mirror action reassuring him with a smile. "At least we know she's alright." Terence stood sitting in the nearest chair trying to suppress his nerves. "She was moving." unable to pronounce his thoughts. It was strange; the way Teddy scanned Rosie, as if she was a fragile ballerina doll that happened to take a nasty spill off the dresser. Her porcelain skin, lacking its normal peachy hue, had cracked leaving a scar on Teddy’s heart. Love. He noted to himself glancing away from Rosie and Teddy. That is what he was jealous about, not Rosie or that fact that Teddy had gotten her first. It was that both of them could give and receive love without being shunned away, embarrassed for who they were. Sure Teddy and Rosie would get in fights, small portioned ones, but in the end it would be like this. His holding her hand, and her, (well as soon as she arose from unconscious) reassuring him that she was fine. " Rosie'll be fine mate, just wait and see." Terry felt more that he was reassuring himself more than anything, still a note of doubt hidden in his comforting words. Brushing a few locks of signature Wittney blonde hair from his face he revealed a set of pale green eyes, a glint of hope suppressed inside.

[Teddy Lupin]

Ted's heartbeat rose quickly as she stopped moving in her bed. She had be gasping and having a hard time breathing for a few hours now and they thought nothing of it, but now she laid somewhat motionless on her bed. The only thing keeping Ted sane was that he could feel her pulse from her wrist. As Terry spoke he looked over tiredly at him, tired from the fact he had spent most of the day by her side worrying. "I know Ter, but I can't help but worry. I know if I were in her position she would do the same." he smiled, looking down at her face again, wanting so much to see those green eyes once again. He realized that Terry was suppose to be in class right now and raised an eyebrow suspciously at him. "Aren't you supose to be in class Terry?" he asked, wondering what kind of lie he could produce to get him out of class.

[Rosie Lupin]

Unconscious as she was, there was still a part of her, somewhere, that knew a conversation was taking place near her. As her unconsciousness slowly turned into a deep sleep and then changed in forms to a more mild, light state of sleeping, she became half awake during the conversation, and rolled towards the sound of her Teddy's voice as well as towards the much less loved but still dear to her heart voice of Terence Wittney. She smiled in her sleep and pulled her knees up to her stomach in a sort of fetal position. In the next few moments she would probably wake from the sound of their voices, but for the moment, all she could to was be an unconscious bystander.

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[Terence Landon Wittney]

Nodding sullenly Terence drifted, his attention span not last very long. What would he do? Teddy was precisely right. He's sit and worry, bound by thoughts that it was his fault. Stressing over very little detail in Rosie's features, worrying was exactly what he would do. Maybe even stop flying, althought that was unlikely, but Teddy proposed an interesting question. One among many interesting and teasing questions that fluttered around in his stomach. " Absolutely, ran out, suspecting detentions... hopefully not on our big Gryffindor, Hufflepuff match... you'll both...." Terry's sudden burst of enthusasim quickly faltered as he looked back at Rosie. "Think she'll be okay for the the match? She's a fighter ain't she..."

[Teddy Lupin]

Teddy sent a grin to Terry as he mentioned just running out of the classroom. He can't say he wasn't surprised, the lot of them all shared such a close bond, and even for a Hufflepuff Terry was out of the ordinary. Well, as most people were these days. They say that the old Sorting Hat was getting too old, putting people in houses they should be in. Ted thought Terry was more suited for Gryffindor then Hufflepuff, and he knew he wasn't the only one who thought that. Ted shifted as he watched Rosie shiveral up into a ball, his brow creasing with concern and his free hand meeting their clasped hands, squeezing hers, but making sure at the same time not to crush it. He sighed and looked back to terry once she seemed to settle down again, but his hands didn't leave her small one. "She's a fighter Terry. Zane and her will be be fighting me to let her back n the pitch whether she's ready or not." he grinned, you didn't need to be in Gryffindor to know how the crazy Gryffindor captain would do anything to get his team mates back on the field.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

A grin spread across his expression, for he knew this was true. "Heh, true as can be mate." Glancing back to Rosie's stolic figure he's thoughts wandered. To and fro, Zane, his own captain Lilah, Ravenclaw's Logan, and he couldn't quite remember Slytherins. He was only a beater and most likely would never truly associate with them anyway. "Hmmm, when do ya think she'll wake. Hopefully before the din din. Heard that the house elves went a bit overboard today...." Laughing he tossed back a lock of hair that seemed to regularly fall over his eye, temporarily blinding him. This tended to happen when it was rainy, a day like today. "Damn, my mum was right."

[Teddy Lupin]

Ted groaned half-heartingly. "Ughh, don't even talk about food! I ate a small breakfast because I woke up late and this one dragged me out to the pitch for an early pass around." he said, pointing to Rosie. Sometimes the two of them would got out with a bludger and hit it between the two of them, it was good practise and Zane always approved of it. It's what they did sometimes to work out their 'fights'. This morning there was no fight, Rosie just wanted to make sure he was ready for the match. He cringed, thinking of her falling to the groud again. That would be haunting him for the next few weeks, he was sure of it. Because he could do nothing about it. "Your mum was right about wha?" Ted asked, his eyebrow raised.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

"Mum told me that she was going to cut my hair, I refused and she told me that I was going to want it cut. Why are they always right?" He scowled stretching in his seat, his own stomach grumbling. "Mmm, early morning practice. Sounds like fun." His voice drawled an obvious note of sarcasm. "Are you sure you were practicing...?" Though Terence knew that they probably were playing Quidditch. Zane would be furious if they were taking up the field with anything but intense practice.

[Rosie Lupin]

She'd been half awake for what seemed like an hour now, listeneing to the conversation between two voices, both of which she couldn't exactly place. Her head hurt like hell and she didn't exactly feel like thinking and making it worse. Instead, she simply sat there. However, her wits were slowly coming back to her and the conversation was going from a sluggish, far-away mumble to a more fast-paced, closer tempo. Rosie could half-understand what they were saying now, and she also realized who they were. Terence Whittney and her Ted. She waited patiently for a rift in the conversation so that she could easily slip in without startling the two of them. Finally the chance came and she cracked a smile, muttering, "You've always been the sick-minded one, haven't you Terry dear?" This was in response to his last comment concerning whether or not her and Ted had actually been practicing that morning. Her smile widening, her eyes fluttered open and she repositioned herself on the bed, trying not to move her head too much so as not to let sharp pains shoot through it.

[Teddy Lupin]

Ted chuckled as Terry innuendoed what possibly happened at their practice. Perhaps they just passed the ball around, offering idea's to better each others games or possibly they rolled around the pitch, snogging like madmen. Ted wasn't one to say but just as he was about to reply, his eyes shot to the small voice beside him. "Rosie!" he smiled, his free hand moving to gently smooth out her hair while he beamed brightly at her. It was so good to see her eyes, ones that had always been quite familiar with. He places a small kiss on her forehead gently, knowing her head would still be weak before letting the hand on hair hair move to his side, showing her that Terry was here as well. He shifted his chair so that he was closer to her and gave her hand a gently squeeze. "Love, you alright? You worried me out there." he told her, drawing lazy circles in the back of her hand.

[Terence Landon Wittney]

Rosie awoke, a smile flourishing on Terence's face. "Rosie!" he scolded rolling his eyes playfully. "Sick-minded no. Imaginative, yes! More importantly love, what the hell is your problem!" His words changed drastically from a light banter to a snarl that in itself would curdle milk. Undeniably a note of disheartening and joy under laid the remark happy that Rosie was awake. "I think Teddy pissed his bloody pants when you fell! Me, thankyouverymuchRosie, has a detention now! If it's on Quidditch night, I'm blaming you."