August 22nd, 1890 — Howler Stadium, Hawthorne Hollow Moroccan Team Lounge
Mikail hadn't expected Mr. Prewett to send him to inform the team about the deadly development on the pitch. He'd expected to shock the British team with the speed and borderline vicious play style of the Moroccan teams, but it hadn't been any of his countrymen responsible for the disturbing news he brought them now. He'd sent a team attendant to fetch his sisters and the rest of the reserve team and headed for the visiting team lounge. He'd had the chance to tell Hassani and Bensouda that the news was dark, but he'd prefer to only say this once.
Perching on the arm of one of the provided couches, he waited as the players began to file in, taking far longer than his liking. The longer he waited, the less he enjoyed his role as messenger. "Do take your time everyone, it isn't as if an international match was halted because of a rogue bludger. I couldn't possibly be here with something important." There was a snap to his tone, but he still managed to sound bored, despite the hardness in his eyes.
Perching on the arm of one of the provided couches, he waited as the players began to file in, taking far longer than his liking. The longer he waited, the less he enjoyed his role as messenger. "Do take your time everyone, it isn't as if an international match was halted because of a rogue bludger. I couldn't possibly be here with something important." There was a snap to his tone, but he still managed to sound bored, despite the hardness in his eyes.
Karim Hassani, Abbas al-Benali, Nabil Wahbi, Meryem Idrissi, Zakarya Alaoui, Jamal Selhim, Hassan Sabri, Yassine Bensouda, Aziza Karim, Ashiq Amin, and Shula Karim