Ginn nodded, "Yeah, I can, though I worry for your safety if I'm found flying in Puddlemere. Gwenog might kick your arse." She gave him a tongue-tipped grin. "But the pitch sounds brilliant," she told him excitedly. Flying on a professional pitch for free with a pro player? Yes. Please.
"See you there, I guess," she said, half asking a question, before closing her eyes and apparating to the middle of the famous stadium with a pop.
Just before he arrived she had a moment to look around and take it all in. She considered the Harpies' pitch her home away from home but the Puddlemere stadium was a place of fantasy when she'd been a kid. Ron had been a ridiculously obsessed fan at times and she'd worshipped her brothers. To be standing here today - even with as many times as she'd been in the staff box since getting a job with the league - nearly took her breath away.