Nephews. Terribly annoying ones, at that, although Cooper had hopes that they'd grown out of being complete prats and were now graduated to being just a little bothersome. It would be a coup to bring family on board at the Wasps. Not only did Cooper need exciting new players, but he could probably pay them a pittance out of family fidelity.

They were about to begin, however, and Cooper nodded stiffly at the Ministry employees before offering an arm to Rebecca. He'd escort her to the stands and have at least passable company. The man from the arrows was there, father to one of his star Beaters, and Cooper gave him a polite nod too. "Of course I trust my employees, but I certainly have an interest in my own team." It wasn't like he had a country to run. Anymore.


Mo dropped his Cloudracer and stepped over the handle as it buoyed up toward him, leaning forward into motion while he was still settling onto the saddle. Theo was here, which meant they could properly start, and Mo gave his former teammate a passing clap to the shoulder before he headed out on an easy lap of the pitch. It was good to be airborne, especially after a term stuck mostly on the ground and indoors. And very very cold.

"We're not going to get anywhere if we're all fighting over the quaffle the whole time," Mo mused as he fell in beside West. Fighting over the quaffle didn't really showcase why these particular chasers were worth contracting. Or at least, that was Mo's opinion. "Let's run a few plays, take turns taking the lead so everyone gets a chance to shine." Maybe he just wanted all three of them to get offers today.