Draco Lucius Malfoy was not the type of person to fail. Especially with witnesses. Constantly insisting on flying alone, whether due to anxiety or other reasons most unclear.

It was another one of those days. The type where no matter the weather, he’d go early-morning and late night-flying.

Tonight’s focus was specifically diving and pulling upwards. Let’s just say it went sideways. Literally.

Some foolish creature - likely a bird or something - happened to be directly in his flight path. Therefore causing him to bank left. The sharp diversion cost him.

He lost control and his broom went spiraling towards the trees. He hit his head against a low branch, knocking him unconscious. Then landed on a junk piece of metal.

Young Miss Guest volunteered in the hospital wing on weekends. She was called from her station by Madame Pompfrey. Something terribly urgent.

Pompfrey stitched him up. Draco ceased to gain consciousness, and Guest was assigned to check vitals and stay beside him in case he woke up.

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