Emma entered the tent right after Kip, shaking her head at how flirtacious he was being. Kip will be Kip. She smiled around looking up at the students anxious to meet us. This was a going to be a good afternoon.

First things first, food. She needed food. She was starving. That always happened ater games. She needed substenance after such a grueling game. Spotting the refreshment table, she made a beeline for it, grabbing a pumpking pasty and eating it rather quick.