Scorpius froze where he sat, his face no longer bright with a smile. His eyes pricked with tears at the memory of the sight of the horse falling over the jump, its body dropping to the floor and its jockey rolling off its back. He instantly felt his heart drop, his eyes glazing as he shuffled backwards in his seat, putting his hands up to the temple of his head and rubbing to try and regulate his emotions. The noise in the room started to hurt his ears, as everyone’s rants about the TV switching off sent chills through every one of his nerves. He sniffled, tugging at his ear lobe and curling up into a smaller version of himself, placing his hands over his ears.