With each lap around the rink, Felicity gains both speed and a misplaced sense of confidence. There reaches a moment (and critical velocity) when what she's doing goes from "skating" to "actively trying not to fall." The two look similar, but are very different. The former avoids Imogen, the latter doesn't.

There's a "Whoa!" followed by a Crack! followed by warm blood flowing down her face. At least this succeeded in getting her to stop moving. Her nose smarts, but it's nothing worse than one of her broomsport injuries.

"Sorry," she apologizes, tipping her head back and pinching the bridge of her nose. She spots Imogen's matching injury and gives a sheepish-guilty grin. "Need me to kiss that?"