"My family was really rich and I had plenty of designer clothes, a death later and I'm rebuilding my closet," she said with a smile. "Cheer up, there's much worse. You could be dead. I rather like alive much more."
Marlene had to look at the names, because they didn't mean much to her. "Yes, that's right, and of course they needed the set off, but this-" It was ridiculous. Thousands of people injured over a game. "I'm not sure that they knew." Of course, it was worth looking into. "I mean, not the names. I remember in the seventies, I used to read in the Muggle papers, and almost every Sunday there were people getting hurt at the games. It doesn't seem like such a stretch. We have it in our Quidditch games, except magic and Aurors put a stop to it before there's any real harm."
She shook her head. "No idea." Of course, she had more than an idea, but she wouldn't say that in front of a total stranger.