Between games and training and more games and more training, Priya preferred to be on the Muggle side of the city more often than not. The chances of being chased by opponents' rabid fans are significantly lower. She did try to not run from Indian fans, since interactions with them did make her heart as full as it could get. The little girl who'd given her the good luck bracelet last weekend was still on her mind.

Of course, the Muggle side's other, similar advantage was that she was far less likely to run into anyone familiar. Definitely ideal for a little breath of fresh disgusting, polluted air. London. How she wished Canada had won the bid for the QWC. She loved Canada.

The Keeper was therefore unpleasantly surprised when, upon turning an alley, she spotted another Quidditch player just down the road. And not just any Quidditch player, but her direct opponent. She glanced up at the street sign and sighed. Charing Cross Road was where her living quarters were, at the really badly named Leaky Cauldron Inn.

Hmm.

Priya raised her hand and nodded, nonchalantly greeting. Courteous enough?