Indira's arms ached. She'd had a long practice running drills, her whole shoulder rang from use, and she longed to ice it while spending some long needed time in the soaking tub in the training room, hopefully with a glass of scotch. She was the last off the pitch into the locker room, and she was peeling off her top when she heard a sound-the locker was clearly not as empty as she thought it was. She pulled her shirt down and made her way towards the sound, and found herself face to face with a pretty blonde.
"Oh! Hello! Are you new? I'm Indira. Indira Choudry, Beater, pleased to meet you," she said, her hand extending towards the other witch. "Welcome to the Tutshill team."