Ron,

I don't really want to be writing this, but I have to, I guess, because it's my fault, really. I didn't mean to take Viktor's key; I didn't even know it was his--I just found it lying outside on the walk in front of the clubhouse and I meant to ask about to see whose it was, but with the match today I forgot.

So he hurt his hand trying to open his changing room, and McKendrick thought he'd be fine flying with it. She even gave him a potion, but for some reason it didn't work, maybe there was iron in the wound, she thinks, that she didn't get out from the lock.

But he fell. He couldn't hold on to his broom, and when he took a dive for the Snitch, he fell fifty feet before anyone could cast a Levitation Charm. They just took him to St Mungo's. I'm on my way there as soon as I can, but I wanted to let you know immediately.

I'm sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry.

Ginny