Weasley might have chuckled about Puddlemere’s sponsor, but Gus narrowed her eyes and screwed up her face in stubborn disapproval. She had a number of nemeses in the quidditch world, and anyone who generally dismissed the competence or inclusion of the Harpies in the quidditch league was enemy number one.

“And that’s why we’ll win the league sooner or later,” Gus said, with great assurance, patting her solidly on the arm as she saw about getting her broom in hand again, ready for practice. “Who knows. Maybe you’ll be our lucky charm.”

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