Kizzie was clearly a little late, entering the large white tent, all cleaned up after the match. Without counting she was almost sure that the other six professional players were here. As in, she was late. But it wasn't her fault, really, and Kizzie wasn't worried. The men and Emma would have kept the children busy. Perhaps that was backwards. . .

Purposely walking further away from where Kip was, because there was no doubt he was flirting with every female that came his way including the barely of wizarding age schoolgirls and she couldn't yet smack him for any stupidness, and Colin because he would be the first to be attacked by a group of fangirls and it was safest to steer clear of that. "What have I missed?" Kizzie asked, to no one in particular.