“It is an insult to the sport,” Yassine said flippantly, less concerned about the women’s opinions and more quidditch as an art form. Good quidditch didn’t need special effects; magical effects only distracted from the pure skill and artistic manoeuvres that could be witnessed from a talented player. He shrugged, though; this was at least funny to watch, in its way.

And Zavala sounded content enough in his current position – paid well enough, he had said though, not well – but Yassine couldn’t resist a little more digging. “Have you always played for Puddlemere?” he inquired.

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