"Oh, it's okay." Emily said, grinning at the other witch. "Realistically, I know I should have expected someone to be in here, I just wasn't. Do you know what I mean?" She nodded at Indira's next questions. "You'd be right in all of that. Clan Campbell, the whole kit and caboodle." There were days Emily was positive that if the Campbells wanted to take over the BIL, they could and no one would know until it was too late.
"We were?" Emily asked, quirking her lips for a few seconds before it dawned on her. "I remember you! You were...a year behind me or so?" She waved her hand in a 'no offense taken' motion. "You haven't met my great aunt. I'm surprised she remembers her children's names, let alone my name, to be honest. I did." There was a note of pride in Emily's voice when admitting that. Nothing could top playing for Scotland, even if they hadn't ended up doing as well as they would have liked. Winning the Cup would have been that.