Charlie | Katie
Fell on my other arm, but I didn't hurt it. Jarred my bad arm, though, and that hurt like a bitch.
I almost threw up, I felt so dizzy. Like just being in the air made me sick, and my arm wouldn't even bend right to hold the broom, let alone even thin about holding a quaffle. I don't know what to do if I can't fly, Charlie.
You coming over today? I kind of just want you to hold me. Sometimes a part of me wishes we could just run away for a bit.