Ginny Weasley walked briskly through the hallways, her mind focused on the upcoming Quidditch match. She was the Gryffindor team's ace, and the pressure to perform weighed heavily on her shoulders. Yet, excitement coursed through her veins as she imagined the thrill of flying through the air, the wind whipping past her face.
Harry Potter approached Ginny, his face a mix of concern and encouragement. "Are you ready for this, Ginny? It's a big game," he asked, his eyes scanning her face for any hint of doubt. "I'm always ready, Harry. Let's do this," she replied, her voice steady and confident despite the butterflies in her stomach.
Ginny darted through the air, her eyes fixed on the Quaffle. Suddenly, a Bludger spun towards her with terrifying speed. She barely had time to react. The impact was brutal, knocking the breath from her lungs and sending her spiraling downwards. The crowd gasped collectively, a wave of shock rippling through the stands.
Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, rushes to her side, her wand at the ready. "Don't move, dear. We'll have you fixed up in no time," she assured, her voice calm and reassuring amidst the chaos. Ginny winced, clutching her shoulder, her heart pounding with both fear and frustration.
Ron Weasley sat beside Ginny, his expression a mix of concern and sibling affection. "You'll be back on your broom in no time, Gin," he said, attempting to lighten the mood. "I just hate feeling so...helpless," she admitted, her frustration evident. "You've got this. You're the toughest Weasley I know," he replied, a grin breaking through his worry.
Ginny sat surrounded by her friends, her arm in a sling but her spirit unbroken. Harry handed her a cup of hot cocoa, his smile reassuring. "Next game, we'll win it for sure," he promised, and Ginny nodded, determination in her eyes. Despite the pain, she knew she'd be back in the air soon, ready to face whatever challenges awaited.
