victorious (open)

[gryffindorprincess]

It had been a great home match, Puddlemere had completely slaughtered a team from Spain, the final score being 840 to 320. However, there had been a catch to their massive victory, Trinity had managed to get her wrist smashed by a bludger halfway through, but had refused to be pulled out of the game, and had finished it through the pain of her obviously broken wrist and managed to score several more goals against Spain's terrible keeper. Trinity now sat in the locker room, surrounded by medics as they tended to her wrist.

She failed to see what the fuss was about, it was just her wrist. Trinity winced a bit as they poked and prodded, and then eventually fixed it. A dull ache remained, but at least it wasn't broken. When the medics finally left her alone Trinity was the only one left in the locker room except for...

[butwhy]

Asher stood, smiling at Trinity. He was still quite reserved, since his attack, but was slowly regaining his old behavior. It was showing now, with that flirtacious glint in his eyes. Crossing his arms over his chest, he waited for the medics to clear out. When they did, he scoffed at Trinity, shaking his head and laughing. "Why is it you go and injure yourself. You aren't clumy, afterall. It baffles me," he replied smoothly, grinning softly.

[gryffindorprincess]

Trinity grinned when she saw her boyfriend in the locker room, it meant a lot to her that he was there. She did have to wonder how he got off the Hogwarts grounds, but she supposed that he found a way somehow. "This isn't Hogwarts Quidditch, love," said Trinity, giving Asher a peck on the cheek, "and I'm fine. Nothing a spell or two wouldn't fix." She hoped that she didn't worry her boyfriend with her new career, Tristan would probably freak out when he heard about it. That was if he even decided to talk to her.