"Amongst other injuries, he broke my wrist and concussed me. It took me an hour to find the hospital wing on my own, I was so disoriented. He told me I was scum, a mudblood, not worth the dirt on his boots, which he then proceeded to use to crush my face into the ground. He told me that if I made it up to him by losing spectacularly in a spar at the next dueling club he might consider simply ruining my life instead of making me wish for death. He said he’d make my life hell, and no one would stop him because he was a Knightley and I was a nobody.