Anna-Marie went about getting her boys comfortable as she could in the stands. They were wet from the low clouds, but Deacon seemed happy enough to stand next to her and hang onto her coat with his gloved hands, while Seth played with one of the buttons on her jacket, trying without success to bring that shiny thing to his mouth now. It seemed that everything belonged there, including his own fingers, which he’d successfully gotten passed his lips by muscling around his coat, only to have them promptly pulled out with an audible pop from between his lips when he relaxed again.

"I really hope they don't lose. I don't know how much she could handle it if they lost again."

The blond nodded, Jeremy had told her how hard his sister had taken the last loss, no one liked to be at the bottom of the ladder when it came to Quidditch, especially when you were leaving your heart on the field at the end of it.

“They won’t loose, I don’t think Shay would allow it.” Anna-Marie quipped with a smile, making sure to put a hand at the back of her toddler to be sure that he wasn’t going to fall while he was shifting from foot to foot on the bench.

"I hope it starts soon, though. I just don't want the boys to get bored or tired or cold. "

“Cold can be spelled away, I brought a few things for the boys in my bag to play with and they can sleep if they get tired.” No, those things didn’t seem like anything to worry about to her. But she did add with a cheeky grin to Jeremy, “But you know, your sister won’t be able to tell if you are here or not as long as this doesn’t burn off. We could go for tea and she’ll never be the wiser...”