"Yes, let's hope we're not overwhelmed with injured players or spectators.." he peeked at the tent's entrance again. Could they at least have one? Norway vs Ireland was bound to provide them with injuries. And since they were playing the waiting game, it was OK to talk a little Quidditch right? "Who do you think will win?" he said, addressing the whole room.

The Irishman in him was dancing with the Leprechauns he had seen earlier before reporting in for duty. An amused expression crossed his face when he remembered his niece's dance around the Irish Mascot. "I reckon the Norwegians don't stand a chance against us lads! I mean, Norway's victory is as rare like hen's teeth.." Gallowglass chuckled and walked to one of the various beds available for the future-injured and leaned him bum against one of them, crossing his arms as he got himself comfortable. It was going to be one lengthy day.