Beckett was having quite the evening. First his dance with Miss Fudge had ended in a hoppy manner, then he'd run into Miss Scamander which was always an adventure and now apparently there were other misfortunes afoot.

The exclamation startled him from his walk by the flowers, he'd caught sight of a potential player across the lawn, but was waylaid by the noise. "Are you alright miss?" Becks had nearly spilled his drink as he stopped short.