"Forgotten," Pete said, waving his quill absently. "Though we should probably be writing these teams down, in case the cards get muddled."
He reached for his wand automatically and then, remembering halfway there that it would be useless, awkwardly feinted for the parchment just barely out of his reach. "And don't be so hard on them. They deserve to fall in love just as much as any of us do."