Carys was not the most patient of people, a quality that should have stopped the Caerphilly Catapults from naming her captain. She knew deep down that it was her father's name that had gotten her the position, but she'd be damned if she hadn't worked her ass off these past two years. So even though she did not notice that Geoff had flown off the field until a bludger whacked the end of her broom and she'd spun around about ten times.
When she'd finally regained her focus and the stadium had stopped flipping, Carys blew her alarmingly high-pitched whistle and zoomed down toward the locker rooms. This guy was not going to disrupt her practice and break her best friend's heart all in the past twenty-four hours and get away with it.
"Brand," Carys said loudly, pushing the door open and letting it bang off the wall, "I know that you're ready to off yourself because you're a big damned idiot, but can it wait until after my practice?"
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