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Sally-Anne was never really fond of quidditch. She understood the rules well enough but never got into the spirit of the thing. That didn't stop her from coming however, far from it. It was the perfect chance to mingle, to catch up with faces instead of handwriting. It would be interesting to see how the various groups and personalities interacted. She couldn't help but wonder how much cheekiness was going to be tolerated from the more reckless of guests.
She was here for another reason. She couldn't help but hope to catch a glimpse of her betrothed. She didn't even know his first name! The whole thing was ridiculous and the moment she could end it she would but it would be interesting to see whose house she was staying in.
Sally-Anne picked up a glass of pumpkin juice, peering around her for any familiar faces. She was hoping this whole afternoon wouldn't be a bust.