It was only the third week into November, yet it was freezing already. Sana huffed as she made her way across the Quidditch field.

“Oh stop huffing it’s just one game.”Momo said to a pouty Sana.

“I didn’t even want to come here.” She retorted as the took their seat on the stands.

“Come on, you’ve never even seen an actual game: you might enjoy it.” Momo mumbled through her scarf.

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