“Well, this is pathetic,” I said scornfully, climbing on top of a bench. “While we’re in here arguing about whose fault it is, Charlie’s knocked out cold. We’re pretty damn selfish.” Everyone became sober.
But then a voice piped up, the same boy as before. “You’re the one who was too afraid to take a Bludger for him. Why should we listen to you?” Now icy glares were being directed at me. And one by one the team filed out, resentful and angry.
I walked outside, eyeing the suddenly grey sky. Suddenly, there was a low growl of thunder.