Tiara had hopped back on her broom and followed her two colleagues inside. Her mind was still in a state of shock. Her pitch. It was just... gone! How... why... What?! It didn't even make SENSE. Since when did Scotland have giant sinkholes popping up? Her brain could not make the pieces together. But one fact kept coming back to mind.

She ignored Millard's wheezing and gasping. She had eyes only for Annie. "You got your wish, Anastasia. We can't have Quidditch this year." That truth was incontrovertible to her now.