Having no choice was something Malou understood all too well. Because of her mother’s set of friends and her parents places in life Malou was often expected at a myriad of things she’d rather not attend: balls, teas, and apparently now quidditch matches.

“I had little choice as well.” She admitted thinking of her godmother’s constant pestering until she had finally bought Malou a ticket and sent a letter saying she would attend no matter what. It hadn’t helped that Malou’s day off happened to coincide with the event.

Thank God the box had been rather far off from Malou. She hadn’t seen much of what happened, but the rumors were enough. “Most awful. I can’t believe the stands weren’t charmed.” Malou agreed, it seemed such a simple thing, but she didn’t believe it had ever been done before.