Although the match continued with considerable gusto, Ama was glad that their own little drama had finally come to a close. But the further they got from the (albeit hilarious) heat of the moment, the more Ama wished she could have a proper sit down and a cup of lavender tea.

But she still had some remnants of adrenaline, and her energy was maintained by an interest in this young person — this Auror — who'd come to their rescue without shrinking in horror at their misbehavior. "A noble profession indeed", she said of his career, smiling.

Her own son worked a high-risk profession in the Ministry, and had in fact risen to the Head of his department. But an Auror was something else entirely, and a vital lifeline in their changing world.

"Are you expecting anything dramatic?" she asked curiously, flicking her gaze back up at the match as if expecting to see a robed skeleton fluttering darkly among the players.