"Don't jinx it," she jokingly warned. Zavala was doing well so far, had allowed a few goals past, but all in all wasn't terrible. Fallon would be remiss if the British team didn't bring the win home this year.

The game was incredibly violent. Longbottom's kneecap was shattered not long after Pettigrew's. Merlin, these Moroccans were here to win. She would have to make a joke about it to JP in her next letter. "Hopefully our beaters get their heads in the game."


Fallon looked from him back towards the field, if only to shield her obvious attraction. Had she come into some strange awakening? Or had attractive men suddenly just appeared out of the mist? "I'm an auror, and you?"