Ned had been pleasantly surprised that he had received an invitation to join Sloane's family in a private box. He had fully expected his family would be perched up in the nosebleeds, if they attended at all. He had probably thanked the Bixbys a million times over before the game started, and he sat in rapt attention of the edge of his seat.

"Your brother is very agile, I'm sure he'll get out of this unscathed," Ned commented, agreeing with the others, even though he thought the Moroccans were particularly brutal.

He could feel Anne brimming with excitement next to him, so he nudged her with his shoulder and beamed at her. His face silently said 'isn't this amazing?' before lifting his arm up in victory as Britain scored again.

"As long as they keep those bludgers away from the seeker, Britain could win this thing." He hoped.