"Shouldn't Greta get to choose herself if she wants to pl-" she started, though her words turned into a strangled cry as she watched a buldger soar into the stands. For a moment she was convinced that she had simply started to imagine things, but a quick glance around the box was enough to assure her that she was in fact not the only one who saw that. Rather, it was the look of her friends that prompted her into action, far to restless and uneasy to sit and do nothing but watch.

"Cameron, Mr. Moony, if you both want to take your sisters home," she shifted from the railing and reached out to offer Sloane her hand to pull her away from the edge. "Sloane and I can see if the adults will take us down to the team rooms to check on her brother - I was supposed to go home with them anyways. If you want to go home Sisse?" As Sisse's mother was in the box, she was sure she'd want her daughter home, not in the team lounge.