“…oh no.” Finn had been hovering around the pitch, hardly paying attention to what was going on around him, since his eyes were busy looking for that golden snitch…but the sound of a Cannon foolishly trying to distract Caden Flint had caused him to look over. His chaser seemed to be doing a good job of ignoring what was being said, not missing a beat as he chucked the Quaffle towards Nick, swooping down so he could catch it again once he got closer to the hoop, but there was an obvious change in his demeanor once his wedding photos had been brought up into the conversation…which was exactly when Finn had turned to see what was going to happen next. Hey, Flint…flash us one of those smiles we saw in your wedding pictures! Your wife is a real winner, by the way. Ha. Come on, Flint, smile. Or is your pretty wife the only one able to get you to do that? Of course, you probably won’t be smiling for long, since we’re about to kick your as-…” The man didn’t even get to finish his statement, since Caden had just suddenly stopped flying, holding out an arm, which caused the other Quidditch player to collide into it. The only thing Caden heard was a loud crack, which was the sound of his nose breaking, and the gasp of the crowd. He hovered in place, watching the player fall to the ground, eventually becoming a tiny orange dot as he fell. Thankfully for him, he didn’t crash to the ground, but there was definitely an uproar from the Cannon crowd. He flew past Finn. “Say whatever you want…it was worth it.”
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