The fact that Nyx Higgs even had a free moment to herself was shocking. Usually the seeker was busy practicing. Quidditch was her life - it always had been. She'd upped her training schedule as the games continued to get more and more intense, and she could practically taste the World Cup as they continued to move up in the ranks. Even hard core athletes know when they need a break, though. The woman had tweaked a muscle slightly in her wrist catching a snitch in practice today and had decided to cut it short. Having sustained a number of injuries throughout her career, she knew that it wasn't anything serious. If she kept pushing herself, it certainly would be.

She decided to stop by the Leaky for a quick drink. She deserved it, after all. She'd relax for a few moments, then head back to her flat and get a good night's sleep, ready to get back to training tomorrow, bright and early. As she entered the pub, her eyes immediately fell on a gaggle of Quidditch players at the bar. The Indian team, if she wasn't mistaken. She'd heard they would be lodging here.

Ordering a butterbeer, she walked over to a table near the corner and sat down, eyes scanning the Indian team as she sipped at her drink. Normally, their paths wouldn't be crossing, due to being in separate leagues. This was the World Cup, though - that made them competition. There was nothing Nyx loved more than studying the competition.

Hopefully out of sight, she continued to watch, eyes darting back and forth between each member. She paused every once in a while to look around at the rest of the pub crowd - just to seem less suspicious - as she continued her recon from the corner table.