"Well well well..." The red head muttered under her breath as she moved closer to the tank, watching Benny throw his ball at the tank - "What do we have here?" The woman grinned, teasing her team mate as she leant uncaringly against the tank edge. After all, if Adi got dunked, and she got splashed... it was simply moving up the inevitable - since she was next on the seat.

With a wiggle of her fingers, the Welshwoman waved to Adi's son, wondering where her own wife and daughter were. Though, knowing her luck, they would turn up just in time for her shot in the tank - after all, what nine-year old would miss the chance to dunk their own fam?


Morgan Eris, on the other hand - was utterly looking forward to this. She was wearing her Hippogriff's training gear and had slip on shoes to take off, and a towel for the end of her hour - because before that it would simply be a waste. Her hair was pulled back into two pleats, beautifully done by her niece - though she was sure Marsha would also turn up to support her. Maybe... hopefully she wouldn't stay inside and would come and join the family today.

[Fam is the Welsh name for Mother]