Rachel was jabbering a mile a minute, trying to give anyone who would listen a play-by-play account of the match.
"-and then I tossed the Quaffle to Julie-" Everyone felt fit to pretend to listen, by smiling and nodding, but moved along quickly to congratulate her other teammates.
The Pride sauntered over, shaking hands with them, trying to look upbeat about the tie. Trying to be a good sport about it, Catriona stepped forward.
“Nice match. You all have potential.” She then curtly turned on her heel and her team followed her as she walked away.
“Are you kidding me?”