As Aparna stood out on the field beside her fellow Chasers, their teammates around them, an odd sense of sereneness hit her. They had made it. Made it all the way to the championship game, the pinnacle of their sport. They deserved this, to be here in front of all these screaming fans. No matter how this game turned out, they had made it to the finals of the Quidditch World Cup.

”So amazing.” And she didn’t just mean the crowd, but her own lack of nerves. She was ready for this. You know, aside from a few last-minute warm-ups that she moved to do now. The basic stretches and such. A small amount of running in place to get her breathing used to fast paced movement, that kind of thing.