Sloane's only place of solace these days was the pitch. At odd hours of course, the teams, including her own needed to practice after all. Lester had already figured it out, had right after her fight with Cam, naturally.

Apparently Alice had also figured it out. She heard her friend's unexpected voice from across the pitch and the tone did nothing but ramp up her already heightened anxiety. This was going to be ugly, she just knew it.

Landing easily near to her friend, Sloane shouldered her broom and approached cautiously. "Everything okay?" She asked, though she already felt like she knew the answer.