Nothing was well || Laura and Ron
Usually, Laura wouldn't be pissed about anything. To say the truth, rarely someone ever saw her really angry. Not just angry, but disappointed, frustrated, mad. She hated those feelings and couldn't wait for when they would be gone, but right now the only thing the Hufflepuff could feel was rage - at herself for performing so poorly, at her bad luck for probably influencing the moral of the whole team and maybe even helping Leanne not get the snitch, at every single thing that happened while they were on the field. The only thing Laura wasn't so mad about, maybe, was the fact that people from her team managed to escape quaffles - at least that her bad luck had no influence on. Who knows what could've been different if she had gotten the damn quaffle? Once, twice, three times? She meant it, though... even once! Once would've have been good enough. But nooooo, she had to miss all of them. Fuck. Three - twenty - times fuck. And not the good type (though she had never experienced that one).
For some reason, a few hours later she caught herself walking somewhere she didn't think she would go. Actually, the whole day she did things Laura mostly didn't, at least after the game. She ignored some of her friends, almost yelled with one and had to control herself not to get up on her broom and ask someone to throw quaffles on her directions for hours until she had gotten at least twenty with no mistake. But she couldn't, unfortunately. Anyway, after most of the rage was gone, she started walking towards the infirmary - that's right, the place in Hogwarts where sick or hurt people usually went to be treated. The same place Ron Weasley, the keeper of the other team, was being taken care of. And that was where Laura was heading.
It took her only a few minutes once she got inside to be able to go see Ron; some people were there, but she was close with enough of them to get clearance, and it seemed right now he wasn't in pain or anything - just being observed because of the place the bludger hit him. Well, whatever... she would talk to him, maybe share the thoughts related to both of them having sucked on that match, and be done with it. "Hey... You're Ron, right? I mean, of course you are. Erm... Ginny talked about you." And she almost smiled after realizing her tone was ok enough; she took a deep breath and waited, though. It wasn't like she couldn't get expelled at any moment - especially by him.
