Send in a number between 1-20. I’ll use the corresponding picture as inspiration for either a starter or drabble of our two characters. 

         He’d been badly injured from a bludger, 
         his stomach bruised and his arm likely
         broken. His unharmed arm was sprawled
         out on the grass as he looked up at the
         blue sky, eyes watching as players flew
         back and forth. They needed ten more 
         points to win. 

                                             His eyes fell shut as he lay there,
                                             concentrating on the sounds around.
                                             Five minutes had past, or so he thought,
                                             and then he was caught off guard by the
                                             bell ringing. The game had ended. 
                                                               Gryffindor won.

                 When his eyes opened again, he
                 was given quite a shock. A younger
                 female was beside him, his hand gripped
                 tightly by hers as others began to surround
                 him. Comments about his arm were made, but
                 he couldn’t feel a thing for he was too focused
                 on the girl hovering over him.