Tuni almost felt as if she were on cloud nine. She was happy, blissfully so, even if she was now forced to watch a Quidditch game with her father's childbride. Luckily enough, the woman had found another wife who wasn't a fan of Quidditch to talk her ear off instead of distracting Tuni from the game. She'd meandered to the front of the box she had been shown to thanks to the tickets given to her by Mr. Bixby and was rather intently watching the game progress, most of her attention being focused on Mr. Bixby himself. She'd been so wrapped up in the game that she'd hardly noticed the woman standing beside her. Until, of course, she heard the woman swear.

With a small smirk on her face, she turned to look at the woman. Her smirk only widened when she realized just who she was. Ruth's best friend, Mrs. Cavanaugh. "I'm sure no one else heard," she responded lightly, "But I must agree. Puddlemere better get their act together if they have any hope of winning."

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