That was a bit of a relief at least. One minor bright spot on the day. If she could just get through this World Cup, maybe her days of being a quidditch fan were over.

Elsie hardly believed him when he said it looked worse. It looked positively brutal, it must have felt far worse to actually be in it. "To be fair, none of the beaters had a great game, according to Harvey anyway." Though apparently Mr. Longbottom was the bigger disappointment. Her brother had been incredibly honest in his appraisals, though had likely spared Elsie's feelings on Tyb, since he knew they were friends. Els hadn't bothered to listen to the commentating much, though had heard quite a few snickers in response to the commentator's quips. She'd been too busy worrying and then distracted by Miss Delaney to really pay him any mind.

"If you're not entirely purple under that shirt, I'd be shocked, so I highly doubt that." She added, eyeing him dubiously. It was the only thing keeping her from wrapping her arms around him and holding on tight, really.