She was not late. She was not late. Elsie Fairfield was never late. Ever. It was a fact that people knew. The match hadn't started yet, right? Okay. Good. She wasn't late. Commentating had begun, though, so that wasn't good. She would have run to the stands but there were the blasted turnstiles. Didn't they have enough money as it was?

Two galleons. Merlin, that was not cheap! Searching desperately in her pocket for the heavy gold coins, she grinned triumphantly as they fell into her palm. Great. Now she just had to slip them in and then turn the turnstiles and...

SHE MADE IT! She hadn't missed that match. Phew.