BESS
Had Scotland won? Were they ahead by much? Who had even caught the snitch?
Despite playing an active role in the match, supposedly, Drystan had not one clue as to any of these questions, nor did he recall much to any of the events immediately before, during, or after. All he knew was, half of him wanted the match to go on for a very, very long time (so long, in fact, he wouldn't really ever have to come down), and half of him wanted to catch the bloody golden thing himself, just to end it sooner. Sooner or later, of course, he had to touch down, and after being swept up by his teammates and other personnel on the field, he numbly remembered there was something very, very important that had to be dealt with it.
They'd seen the kids off with Penelope, and made their way home in relative silence, but it was not to last.
"When did you find out?" he asked, gently.
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