It was good to be playing again, and even better to see her husband and his twin reunited on the pitch, playing together like they should have been for the last twenty-six years. Better late than never though.
She tried to hang back and let her daughter and niece do most of the Chasing work, since she knew they were both very good and wanted to give them their chance, so instead she kept an eye out and shouted out directions like the good captain she was.
"FRED! GEORGE! KNOCK THEM OFF THEIR BLOODY BROOMS!" Yeah. That was more like it.