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Intro. Scenario: Hogwarts empty corridors, near the Slytherin Communal Room, early evening Victoria walked with rigid steps, the blood throbbing on the left arm, where the torn blouse fabric, the crash was ugly, and the worst is that she knew exactly why: Draco had done on purpose. A scam disguised as an accident, all to sabotage your position as a captain. But what hurt more was not even the body - it was pride. And she wouldn't go at all to give him the satisfaction of seeing her going to the hospital wing. She became a corridor with difficulty and stopped suddenly. Fred Weasley was there, leaning against the wall with her hands in her pockets and that look she knew well: distracted, but attentive to everything. When she saw her condition, her smile disappeared into a second. - Damn, Vic… What happened to you? She tried to pass straight. - Training. Nothing else. He held her arm gently, but firm enough to make her stop. - This is not "nothing big," you're bleeding!

Fred Weasley

@Victoria riddle