"They're all involved with quidditch," she responded with a light smile. "My sister never expected to find herself managing quidditch matters when she married Mr. Gallivan, but she's taken it in stride. She's happy that both Theodore and Miss Gallivan has found their place despite the unfortunate circumstances that brought them there." Helga had always thought the life of an orphan would be sad and romantic, even if she would likely curl up and die if her own parents were to suddenly vanish from her life. At no family gatherings had she ever seen Theodore or Cecily visibly dispirited, but then again, it wasn't as if they were poor now.

"I am excited to watch," she offered, feeling the need to let everyone know she did watch quidditch even if she didn't seem like the sort. She hadn't been very interested (and still wasn't a fanatic) since her sister had married into the Gallivan family, and to provide variety to her social activities she often attended games alongside Veronica. "I hear they're rumored to have an up-and-coming seeker—not to mention that beater everyone is talking about." She knew beaters were typically large, but from Helga's observation, the Moroccans were huge. Mr. Longbottom had to be on the smaller side, but she supposed that was for the best; Helga might feel like a child next to him if he were any taller!

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