[He catches the Quaffle, watching with horror, as she spins dangerously close towards the hoops. He's next to her within the blink of an eye, steadying her.]
Are you alright?
[He lets her catch her breath, thinking how physical strength is one of the things they need to work on. Quidditch shots tended to be viious, a lot more than the one he threw just now. He's angry at himself for misjudging. Things like this aren't supposed to happen.]
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[He catches the Quaffle, watching with horror, as she spins dangerously close towards the hoops. He's next to her within the blink of an eye, steadying her.]
Are you alright?
[He lets her catch her breath, thinking how physical strength is one of the things they need to work on. Quidditch shots tended to be viious, a lot more than the one he threw just now. He's angry at himself for misjudging. Things like this aren't supposed to happen.]
I'm sorry. I overestimated your strength.
[He gives her another encouraging smile.]
Since you are so impressive as a player.