Arista supposed an injury that caused a player to miss a season and a half and left the player with lingering pain and panic attacks could be classified as serious. But she nevertheless found it ridiculous that someone as wealthy as herself, that Arista Withers-Sykes, heir to the Sykes fortune, face of the Comet Trading Company, and general media darling, could not attain in-home physiotherapy.
After her initial accident, Arista completed her rehabilitation with minimal fuss, but a year and a half of playing had made her cocky once more. She was still a perfect pupil when it came to her stretches, etc, which she was perfectly capable of doing at home, but after a nasty, secret tumble off her broom during practise had her clutching a pack of ice to her back feverishly in the night, she wisely sought out professional help. With all the madness of the Pride of Portree shuffling around, and Miles Lufkin having the gall to leave (nevermind that he claimed it wasn't his choice, it wouldn't have happened had he simply kept his robes tied), the last thing Arista needed was an old injury further putting off her game.
When she was openly addressed, however, her eyes widened. Someone was talking to her here? Though this was an exclusive, expensive clinic, Arista still went to great pains to discourage socialising with the commoners. And furthermore, she actually recognised the face of the addresser?
Stunned, she blinked. Upon opening her eyes, Michal Conway Lynch was still present and staring at her rather grimly himself.
"What are you doing here?" she asked abruptly, in lieu of a polite greeting.
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