February 20th, 1891 — Chuddley Cannons vs Hogsmeade Howlers match
It was as though she would be meeting with a god and not Mr. Fitzroy Prewett that day. She had spent so much time thinking and fantasizing about this encounter, that the man had reached mythological levels in Cee's mind. She remembered him as slightly taller, slightly more handsome, slightly better than he was in reality. And this dream persisted even after the initial greetings.
Cee had omitted her usual pinks and went for a more eye-catching orange for her dress, honouring the Cannons' colours.
(What was Mr. Prewett's favourite colour? Hopefully, he didn't hate orange!)
The match hadn't started yet and the guests were still arriving at the box. Cecily's smile was wide when Mr. Prewett greeted them. "Mr. Prewett! I know you must appear impartial, but I hope you've not turned your back to your old team?"
Cee had omitted her usual pinks and went for a more eye-catching orange for her dress, honouring the Cannons' colours.
(What was Mr. Prewett's favourite colour? Hopefully, he didn't hate orange!)
The match hadn't started yet and the guests were still arriving at the box. Cecily's smile was wide when Mr. Prewett greeted them. "Mr. Prewett! I know you must appear impartial, but I hope you've not turned your back to your old team?"
Fitzroy Prewett Aldous Crouch