The twins spent the walk up to the school debating the best excuses they could come up with as to why they, in full Quidditch gear, on the morning of the Pecari try-outs, were carrying a first year with a broken leg between them. They'd come to a fairly good consensus. Stephen's politely phrased version of "you're the better liars" was probably true, and they had their excuses lined up, should they be asked for them. They weren't going to launch into a defensive straight away though. That would only make them look guilty, when they really weren't. They were going to first gauge the medic's reaction.
"Just keep quiet," Sorrel instructed the first year.
"Unless he's asking you where it hurts or whatever."
"But if he asks how it happened, leave it to us."
"And agree if we ask you to back us up, k?"
"You'll be fine," Sorrel added, still sounding like she was instructing rather than reassuring the first year, but the tone was as close to comforting as she was going to get, and she meant it kindly. The kid probably was a bit traumatised by the fall and then having a load of instructions about carefully tailoring events in front of the medic was putting him under pressure. She didn't want him to freak out and screw up.
Once they arrived at the hospital wing, they lowered the first year into a chair.
"Yo, man down!" Ash called out, "Little help here?"
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