Her mouth slipped into a lopsided smile as he made a joke of it, which was the best possible outcome here. And then he proved himself a good guy about it, fortunately. “Could’ve been a fluke,” she said in jest, with an easy shrug, but she wouldn’t go so far as to apologise for it - it bloody well hadn’t been a fluke if she’d spent her life training for it!

Besides, trash-talking Puddlemere was something they could certainly be united on; Augusta’s grin slipped wider at his last remark, just about to answer it when -

“Careful there, Cardew!” Gus said, fighting a laugh (and not feeling nearly so stupid about her hasty mouthfuls now), but thumping the other chaser heartily on his back to try and stop his choking. “Can’t have you incapacitated by a little quiche, can we?” Not before the world cup had made any headway!

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