Eavan had let the boys have the first match to themselves, but now, with Wallace and Fergus in tow, (or rather she was in tow thanks to Wallace), she'd been able to see the world cup at play for herself! Even if they were jam packed into small seats, she was beyond thrilled to have finally gotten her way to go. Beau had put up just a small stink about her, though her little tiny baby bump wasn't at all visible under a normal dress like the one she had on today, he was still understandably nervous.

Murph was right though, it was positively brutal, far worse than any quodpot match she'd ever seen and those exploded! The beaters seemed to really have it out for the other players today- and the fans apparently!

The next thing she knew there was a roar of a ruckus above them where the bludger went into a spectators' box and between the screaming and the announcer's voice over the pitch, Eva knew it wasn't good.  "Oh, that's not good, not good at all." She winced, wondering what would happen next.

"Above us certainly," She answered the panicked woman's question quickly. "A mid-tier box maybe?" Honestly it was hard to tell.