He needed to get the blood of his face. He'd broken his nose several times in the past, but that didn't stop it from hurting. He wanted to get in the locker rooms, get the blood off his face, and breathe for a few seconds with out worrying that Pete's girlfriend was going to come out of nowhere with a bludger and knock him off his room. Granted, the only serious-ish injury was the self inflicted pain he was in currently. As he tromped back to the locker room, Caitlin fell in beside him.

"This is ridiculous,"

"You're just jealous that you haven't got a broken anything yet." He smirked, but had turned away from Caitlin, not that she didn't know what his messed up face looked like. He just didn't need Caitlin being all weird about it. It was bad enough he'd done it to himself. But at least he'd made the goal. 

“What are you all thinking?  Constructive stuff.  No whining.”

There was only one thing that Nat was really thinking about. "I'm gonna clean the blood off my face." Then he would eat something. Then probably stretch or pretend like he was going to do something about fixing his nose before they went back on the pitch. He tried to get the blood off with a damp handkerchief that was probably Nigel's. "I have to agree with Pete." Nat mused from behind his handkerchief. "I want him to know where I am, even if it means Rhys Ap Whatever knows too." 

“I can’t see anything, Peter...And I certainly can’t see the Snitch. How am I supposed to do this?”

"You're doing fine Skrump-ette." Nat reached to pat her on the head, but his hands were a little too bloody for that. "Sometimes snitches don't want to be found." He kind of hoped that Millie did catch the snitch soon. They were winning, and Nat had the only real injury. in a Four hour match, that was pretty good. If the hours kept ticking by, things could get much worse. He chose not to say anything to Millie. She probably already knew. The kid did not need any extra negative thoughts.