The party thus far had been good fun! A chance to catch up with people he hadn’t seen in a while, a few of the older players, people who hadn’t played in quite from time, and of course the current roster for the new team. Jack was a competitive player, one didn’t get to be captain of a professional team, and on the national squad without being competitive. However, for the Chudley Captain, country came before county and now they were on the national squad it was time to put the national stuff behind them. Especially since Chudley were already out and he no longer had a dog in that particular fight – given the particularly poor showing they had put on against Puddlemere.

He had left the Gallivans, a few other of the Chudley gents talking in a corner and was making a beeline for the food table to answer the call of his growling stomach when he collided bodily with another party attendee. He had automatically extended an arm to steady the other party goer. It was Ms. Robins, the lady who had bested him for a spot on the first string. She was mumbling with a mouth full of food. ’that’s quite alright!’ he said, and then couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the sight of Ms. Robins contentidly eating. ’I’m sure we can forgive you! Since you can fly straighter than you can walk he laughed, and made rather a show of releasing her hand as though half expecting her to fall over again.

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