"Na koi darmiyaan, hum dono hai yahan phir kyun hai tu bata faasley…" Quidditch might be Misra's thing but singing was not. Singing was one of those habits that one could not ditch. It was why Misra found himself singing a classic Bollywood song. The Indian team had arrived only sometime ago but portkey, met with the British Wizarding Prime Minister in addition to the Games & Sports and Magical Co-operation Heads.

That deep voice of his rose a little and the Captain did not care who found it disturbing or put of off his Hindi. Tossing up and down was a key attached to a bright pink ribbon. It was the key to his room you see. Misra wanted nothing more than a steaming cup of chai and a snuggly bed.

Translation: "There is no one in between, only both of us are here. Tell me, then why is there distance between us?''