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As he hurriedly ended the drink with a Turkish station manager, which had turned into dinner that long overran its slot in his schedule, Octavius had the notion that he wanted to take a life-long vacation from Quidditch. The Tattler's talkshow hour was pushing for extended programming during the Cup, which he absolutely refused, though they were intent on making his life miserable for it. The shoot-out between Ireland and England, aside from costing him his own body-weight in sweat and very nearly some friendships, required extensive coverage, and elicited a small avalanche in fan response that presently flooded their temporary offices. Though a truce had been struck between him and Mira (not in the least because of his expensive and shiny Christmas present to her), his assistant was not the sunniest of personalities on any given day, and the Italian team, well. Everyone at the WWN was glad they were going home.

Not to mention on top of that, he had to keep daily tabs on his sister, send his brother Tim repeated instructions on goat care, and some reporter started sending him howlers about suspicious events occurring at the Wizarding Wireless Network's New Year's Eve party, about which he didn't know a blessed thing. Would he have liked an explanation as to why he had suddenly ended up horizontal on a floor of questionable hygiene, kissing the life out of Katherine Dagworth-Peakes?

Well, actually, now that he thought about, no. No, he really would rather the vagaries of that night not be probed into, so he sent back a volley of his own howlers with NO COMMENT, and perhaps some with a variety of expletives following it.

So the longer he thought on it, actually, the more he was interested in taking a life-long vacation, period.

As Octavius strode, a sight caught his eye. That sight, of Nora, wasn't a strange one—he'd crossed paths with a volley of people from back home, all here for at least a match or two to cheer on their respective countries—though he did do a double-take at her furry companions. The jarvey, and was that—the sight of one too many mummified nests and a few of their inhabitants had his gag reflex automatically triggering, but a second look assured Octavius this was a niffler alive and well, despite the covering on its eyes. He was surprised Nora hadn't sent him word she would be coming, however, or at least told Delilah, who would have undoubtedly mentioned it to him.

"A bit further forward, and you'll be getting a much closer look at that Aegean than you had in mind," he called.