No one was allowed in the lockers for at least an hour after the match. At least, those were the rules everywhere else, and Dax made the mistake of assuming they held true for the Arrows' home pitch. Due to the presence of the muggles around the moors, the lockers and showers were set up in magically-reinforced tents and therefore not exactly foolproof or private. Most people avoided the guards posted outside, but if teammates were feeling playful or vindictive, they could certainly get people inside the private areas. So much for a code of honour.
Unfortunately, Dax was tired and not paying attention to how quiet things were. He wandered out of the showers with his towel wrapped around his neck, his naked body glistening and trailing water across the temporary carpet.
For a minute, he stood rooted and unresponsive, just staring wide-eyed at Angelina. His mouth fell open and he closed it again soundlessly before whipping the towel from his shoulders and bunching in front of his most interesting bits. His face started coloring a deep red, even though he managed to keep from curling in on himself. Dax was confident enough in his physique to retain that little bit of dignity.
"Angelina!" he cried, slightly breathless. "Ah, sorry, love. Me mates still love me, I see." Studying her, he tried to determine exactly what she'd seen - rather, if her eyes had wandered - but that was impossible. "Hope you aren't blind after tonight."