Lucas: Lucas sighed. "You're right, there was a little bit more to it than a rivalry. I told you my godfather got me a new broomstick, right? Well, this is why." He paused, gathered his thoughts, and started again. "If you'll remember, the quidditch championship was between Hufflepuff and Slytherin. That game was really dirty, Hufflepuff values fair play, as you probably know, but Slytherin.....not so much. Anyway, there was a lot of cheap hits and what not. So, I'm the seeker, and I'm about 150 feet from the ground, and I spot the snitch a little farther down, so I dive after it. I'm chasing it, and then suddenly I'm right behind it, at about 120 or 130 feet in the air, and I reach out to grab it, and I see this Slytherin beater aim a bludger at me. I turn back and the snitch is gone, next thing I know that bludger hits me in the back of the head. I'm only conscious for about ten seconds, long enough to feel the pain and go too limp to hang on to my broomstick. Then I go unconscious, and I fall to the ground, meanwhile my broom sort of....comes in contact with the Whomping Willow, and, well.... the Whomping Willow doesn't really like getting hit with broomsticks. The referee, she calls the penalty, but Slytherin ended up winning the game, all because they cheated. Meanwhile, I was out cold for the next two days."