Xiomara laughed. "Actually with him around, I hardly need to do anything. Just the threat of detention with Severus is usually enough to keep the little buggers in line."
"Argh, no, thank you," she said with a grin. "Can't stand the German food and beer. I'd starve and die of thirst over there. Nah, I'm happy doing what I'm doing now, even if I do miss the old days every now and then."
She gave him a wicked look. "A Harpy might hint but she never kisses and tells. Though... let's just say that this old girl hasn't lost it."
"Hogwarts is my retirement plan after playing in the league, idiot. Not from everything. I'm not retiring completely. Too much to do," she said with fond exasperation as she smacked him lightly on the arm.
Her grin turned almost feral at the question about the broom. "I'm flying a custom made one. Local chap made it, former Magpie. Miles Bletchley. Remember him? Got kicked out of the League for cheating and being idiotic enough not to be subtle about it."
She leaned forward slightly. "Between you, me and four walls, he's a bloody Death Eater, which means I trust him from about as far as I could throw him. But he makes a good broom." She shrugged. "Regardless of that, I'd turn him over to the Aurors in a heartbeat if I ever got any solid evidence against him."
She sighed and gave Quin a wry smile. "You and I both know the reason for that. Bloody Karkaroff." In fact she'd spent many hours wetting the shoulder of Quin's robes after Mark's death. He'd been the only one she'd trusted enough outside of her teammates to do that with.