She still couldn't believe that they used some sort of ridiculous fireplace to get around over here. If she'd known that -- well, to be honest, she probably would have still come over, but she'd have made sure that she brought a full-body rain slicker over with her. She frowned, wringing her wrists.
When she was approached by someone, she half-expected it to be another reporter. They really weren't kidding when they said that Quidditch was bigger over here than it was back at home. It was big with the fans in Saskatechwan, but it was definitely not very big with the papers (except the dedicated Quidditch rag). She was almost relieved to hear that he was just an agent. She flashed him a bright grin anyway and then nodded.
"Does he really need to be kept on a leash? I mean, he didn't seem that bad..." Then again, because the fans were so huge in Saskatchewan it was a lot easier to get away with things ... or so she'd been told. Her mother had warned her to be 'on her best dang behavior' before she'd left.
Ha.
"And it's good to meet you, Henry. You look enough like Seth that you could be brothers, you know!" Although she'd only gotten a look at Seth through the pictures she'd been able to scrounge up. She took his hand for a firm shake.
"I'm really going to have to improve my apparation. I don't know if I can do this every day," she said, motioning to the floo.
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