ICalla stood at the edge of the box, leaning over the railing, eyes glued to the match though she did mind what her friends were saying as well. She stood out like a sore thumb, but that was mostly because she'd gotten one of her sisters to charm her dress into the colors and patterns of a British flag that rippled across her. The fact there were so many women playing thrilled Calla - she likely wouldn't have been quite as excited otherwise, though still excited. Both teams had female chasers and she'd spent the whole game watching them like a hawk.

Cameron's sister looked overwhelmed and Calla couldn't blame her.  From what Cam and Maddy had told her they'd thought she'd been muggle - which was understandable.  It was rare to she multiple muggleborn children from the same family. Still, it wasn't unheard of,  so she'd accepted the change with little fanfare,  welcoming the incoming first-year into their group without batting an eye.

"But that applies to the Moroccans as well. They are keeping pretty neck to neck - even if their play tactics are... questionable."

Eyebrows knitting together, she tore her eyes from the game to glance over at Cameron as she slowly processed what he said. "What do you mean she won't need a broomstick? You are from a Quidditch family and even if she doesn't want to play she should at least know how to fly!"