As more fans came into their tent, Anuja allowed herself to momentarily reminisce her younger years. She too was one of those eager fans back in the day. Looking back always made her feel grounded. How long has it been since her youthful years as a player on the pitch? She had chased for the India National Team back then as well. All memories close to her heart.

She noted Arjun's appearance, giving him an affectionate pat on the shoulder. Her children were coming one by one, no doubt. They had fans and potential players to meet, who will become the face of Quidditch years from now. It was heart-warming to meet people who aspired to be like them in the future. The woman smiled and nodded at the players from the other team too. Of course she was familiar with Urupi, McKay, Snow, and Golzio. They had quite the talent, the English team, and it was by no surprise that their path would cross with her team's for this year's world cup.

Ultimately, the Indian coach glanced at the father-daughter tandem that had entered the tent, smiling at the man first before looking at the child who had approached her. "Hello, little bachcha." Anuja chuckled fondly and was reminded of her own granddaughter, Taahira. Such a delight. "Haan, bilkul. Of course! What is your name, dearest?" A little message to accompany the signature wouldn’t hurt.

Bachcha: baby/child
Haan, bilkul: yes, of course