"We're up in the stands, at least," Ron muttered, shivering. "You were right in the thick of it with that lot."
Harry looked at the team members, who were clutching their brooms and leaning against the wall like half-souls detached from their bodies. "You should be worrying about them instead."
Wood lifted his head blankly, vaguely feeling that Harry was talking about him, but his head and ears were buzzing so loudly he couldn't hear clearly.
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