Nila was mistaken when she had made the assumption that she was only the second Indian player on the pitch. Priya had been over at the hoops, double checking the foundations, trying to feel for any sort of charms or jinxes that would lessen their chances of winning. She'd made it this far, and the keeper would be damned if lax British security would cost her the cup.

Deciding it was all good to go, she turned and jogged towards her teammates, hair pulled tightly back and face shining with excitement. Yes, it was the world final and yes, the pressure was enormous, but it was still Quidditch. A good, high level Quidditch match between two incredible teams and she was here for it. She loved this stupid game to bits.

Okay. Time to warm up.