Anya tilted her head when he mentioned the actions of his former team – or, would be former team. She couldn’t say that the Harpies had ever ‘mutinied against her’, but more times than not, some of them were whispering about her when she walked into the locker rooms. She never cared though – they didn’t have to worry about what she did on her own time, so long as she brought 110% to the pitch each and every game. Whether or not they liked her or not didn’t matter, but they definitely had no choice but to respect her for what she could do with a bludger.
“I can only hope you will be much more appreciated there…as you should be.”
She flashed him another smile, one that grew much broader with the second breathy laugh she gave in response to something he said.
“Everything. We will not go down without a fight. No amount of Scotch is going to change that answer, if that was your master plan.”
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