Orla smiled proudly and it was clear that Adara’s words couldn’t have made her happier. “Thanks.” That seemed to be the only thing that she could manage to say. She was shocked by the sudden issuance of a challenge. Of course, Orla didn’t stand a chance.
She didn’t do too badly, but in a fair race she would have lost to Adara quite significantly. Having to get the Quaffle, she was way, way behind her.
Penelope smiled at the greeting. “It seems you have a fan for life,” she offered lightly, gesturing to her daughter with her chin. “It was most kind of you to do this. I think there will be quite a few jealous Quidditch players when she goes back to school tomorrow.” This had been the mother’s and daughter’s last outing before she returned from Spring Holiday.
“Orla, why don’t you carry the equipment back to the locker room so I can have a word with Miss Vidales,” Penelope told her daughter. Orla paused and then nodded, gingerly taking the brooms and gloves back inside.
“Surly there must be a way I can repay this kindness?” Penelope asked graciously.