Sioni and Skrumph had practically missed the Quidditch pitch in the fog. And it was while they were groping their way back to the way into the dressing rooms that Sioni had his Idea. It was only the start of an idea, but just before they went inside, he turned to the chubby Keeper and said, “Skrumpkin, can you whistle?” When assured that Skrumpkin could, indeed whistle, and he had demonstrated by doing a few bars of “Surrey With a Fringe on Top,” Sioni told him to wait where he was, and wandered off into the fog. When he was quite unable to see anything more than the three or four foot circle of wet grass at his feet he shouted, “Right, Skrumph. Give us a tune.” 

When Skrumpkin finally loomed up like a flat gray cut out, Sioni smiled. “Well done that man,” He said, patting Skrumpkin on his back. Leading his way into the dressing room, Sioni called out cheerfully. "Alright, Badgers, gather around and I'm going to tell you how we are going to win this match,"

 


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