Have a Whomping Good Time

An unusually happy expression gracing her features, Savannah ran down to the Quidditch pitch, humming softly to herself, gripping a broom under one arm and a Quaffle in the other. The last two months had been unpleasant, but it was her birthday, and she was going to make the best of it, no matter what he - Ava, apparently that was his name - said.

Glancing down at Ross, she grinned, letting out little whoop as she continued on her way, staring up at the goal posts. Sure, she was an absolutely terrible Chaser, but there was always room for improvement, wasn't there?

No, not really.

Crossing her arms, she ignored Ava, instead bending down on one knee to look at Ross, pushing a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. "Don't run off on me, alright? Just - just stay here."

Purring against her arm, Ross looked at Savannah with what she considered an amused expression. Grinning at him, she ruffled his fur softly before straightening up, staring up at the clouds before mounting on her broom. Kicking off, she let out another whoop as she soared higher and higher.

After a good half hour of trying - and failing - to actually score, Savannah shook her head softly. I guess I'll just stick with Beater then.

Going around and hitting people off of brooms does sound right up your alley.

Hissing, Savannah glanced down, looking around the pitch for Ross. Unable to find him, her heart skipped a beat and she swallowed hard. Beginning to fly faster, she darted around, noticing a Ross-like grey shape by the Whomping Willow. Her heart lodging itself in her throat, she began flying as fast as she could towards him, screaming out his name at the top of her lungs. No, this can't be happening.

But it is. You have to be able to see that.

Watching Ross start and turn towards her almost as if in slow motion, Savannah smiled slightly. This is gonna work. Dropping the Quaffle, she spread her arms out, ready to grab Ross up and out of harm's way. However, she momentarily forget that they were by the Whomping Willow, who wasn't about to show mercy just because she was saving her cat.

When Savannah's fingers were millimetres away from Ross, one of the branches of the tree came careening towards them, unnoticed by the second year Gryffindor until seconds before it slammed into her, forcing her off her broom and flinging her through the air, another one of it's branches delivering the same punishment to her cat.

Slamming into the ground, the last things Savannah was consciously aware of were just how much pain she felt, the subtle whisperings going on in her head, and a passing cloud.

Sergiy was in the Huffpuff Common room getting dressed. he put on yellow boxers, yellow socks, black pants, black, shirt, black belt, shoes, and his robe. His wand was in his left hand side of his robe inside pocket. Regardless he sighed and left the common, room having been stuck with his studies and done with he needed at least 20 minutes of his alone time with the weather. He exited the common, room and the school and made his way towards the Garden.

It seemed to be a wonderful day a almost delight. And again who cared why would he care. It's just him, so why should he care? Regardless he made his way towards the pitch as he was walking the grass blew as the wind picked up with each step he took the wind both blew on his face, and on the grassy fields or just grass. It looked by out most Australoid and ugly, as well as hurting. Then again you can't control mother natural or the wind? now can you? Or can you? These were the questions behind questions.

He entered the pitch, and made his way towards a near by wall. And sighed, and made his way back out, then he saw a female Flying, slamming into a tree, and falling down. Well that was her fault for not knowing how to fly. he sighed, and walked near her well not to close and sat down on the ground."Hey, there, are you injured?" He asked her. Knowing damn well she was.

Even before she opened her eyes, Savannah knew that she was hurt. Everything hurt, from the tip of her toes up to the dark hair on her head. Groaning, Savannah opened her eyes, rolling over at the sound of a voice. Her breaths caught in her throat, she somehow managed to pull herself up to her feet, swaying dangerously as she looked around for a moment before the weight on her broken leg caused her to topple hard.

Falling, she swore under her breath, before remembering what exactly had happened. "Where - where's Ross? Where's my cat?" she swallowed hard, frantic, adrenaline causing her not to notice the cuts, bruises, and broken bones. Fully turning to look at the boy, she glanced down at herself at his question, letting out a strangled sort of cry as she took full scope of her injuries, pausing to rub her eyes as her vision began to blur, "Help me," she muttered softly, crawling towards the blond boy.

However, she didn't get all the way towards him, as she passed out again.

Sergiy sighed and looked at her she seemed very very hunted. he watched her as if he enjoyed her suffering, however he did not show it. He sighed and looked at her twice, and sighed twice again to reveal stress. It's a thing he used for relaxing. He looked at her for the third time, she had asked for help. And then clopped. Well that was over quicker then he thought the fun. In watching her pain. He stood up, and walked over to her, slowly placing her arm towards his shoulder he lifted her up and begun to slowly drag her towards where his stuff was. Well where he was sitting placing her on her back. He said."Are you alright? Waky waky? Hello?" HE said slowly, towards her.

Savannah breathed deeply, somewhere in her subconscious registering the words being called to her, and a part of her wanted - or tried - she couldn't be certain - to answer. Muttering, she spoke softly, her unconscious body somehow producing words, "Maybe. France and Rossy can fly to the moon."

Eyelids fluttering, she clenched her arm around the boy's arm, beginning to mutter incomprehensibly.

He looked at her, he was hoping not to help her or use his time to help her. When she begun to speak he sighed and sighed."Yep, she's alright., Now would you kindly let go of my arm, how did you get in this mess anyways?" HE asked her slowly, wondering how on earth someone would be so reckless, he her held close, making sure she would not move or do anything rash to hurt herself. Regardless. He hoped she can hear him.

But Savannah, still in her unconscious state of mind, wasn't capable of responding to the Hufflepuff boy. Taking in short little breaths that made her chest rise unevenly, she continued mumbling for a few more minutes, half of her words unintelligible until suddenly, she increased the pressure to his arm, turning her grip into a vice. Her words fading away, she fell into a deeper state of unconsciousness, beginning to take deeper breaths.

He sighed slowly. Come on why did he have to help, this was not fair. He never asked for this, he sighed, and took her hand off his. Damn this girl sure held a grip. He read somewhere about CPR. And pressure to the chest. Hopefully this will help. And he'll probably get a slap in the face for saving her from a coma. He got on top off of her, And pressed both his palms at her center chest. and pushed twice, before slowly, pinching her nose, and breathing air into her mouth, he did not think twice to kiss her or try anything it was wrong, no matter how bad he was, he had morals and stands. He pulled back and pushed on her chest twice."AM I doing this right? Come on dammit, there's not much I can do to help you other then this. I'm a firstie for god's sake." He said going back to her mouth breathing air in it before pulling back and pressing on her chest lightly."Comon dammit wake up." He said worrying about her now.

Savannah, who was still breathing, winced slightly at the sudden burst of air flooding into her lungs against the flow of her own natural breathing. Hissing softly as she felt an uncomfortable amount of pressure on her ribcage, her eyes flew wide open as she heard a crack and the uncomfortable pain turned mind numbing as a few of her ribs were broken.

Looking up at the boy in front of her, she moved her lips, trying to form words, but the pain from her broken leg, her broken ribs, the gashes and bruises running up and down her arms made that almost impossible. Moving slightly, she brought a hand up to rub her head, hissing as she noticed the blood on her fingers. Closing her eyes again as the pain threatened to overwhelm her again, she said clearly, "Hospital wing."

Flicking her eyes open to peer at the blond with her blue eyes, she smiled weakly, fainting again.

He looked at her and stopped CPR, when he heard and felt something break. Oh for christ's sake, this day was turning into a nightmare. He sighed slowly. And then her bloody fingers were placed on his wonderful head. How dear this dog? Do something so cruel to his head, and hair. He should have slapped her and left her to die. But no his morals prevented him from doing that. He slowly got up, picked her arm over his shoulder, lifted her and begun to drag her. Crap that won't do. He'll Cully have to lift her to get anywhere. God bless his soul. he lifted her by the legs, and held her back as he begun to carry her, she wasn't that heavy it was a surprise. HE made his way towards the Wing, once he had entered Hogwarts castle.

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