Harvey waited a beat, hearing somebody shuffling around the back and some noise of exertion. "Are you alright?" He quirked an eyebrow at the pretty blonde who made her way around to the counter. She looked about his age, but he didn't recognize her, which was curious. Without time to wonder about that though, Harvey produced the quaffle with a glove stuck to it atop the counter.

"I was wondering if I could get some help with this," Harvey chuckled. "I work for the Department of Games and Sports and we have a little cheating predicament." Harvey didn't have much beyond this as evidence. Nobody could produce a vial of the potion used, so this was all they had. "The glove has some sort of sticking agent on it and we aren't really equipped to figure out just how this is working?" It wasn't something he'd dealt with before and he'd been in the sport for a long time.