Todd was exhausted and not because he'd worked terribly hard, but because it was tiring sitting in the fog trying to make out blurs and being on the constant alert for the sudden blur that become a form that held a Quaffle. At least, with the slower pace, he was able to do a lot more blocking, but then those Quaffles were also much slicker than usual with the amount of moisture they had on them. Playing in what was, essentially, a cloud wasn't any fun. 

Rain, frankly, was better. At least it felt like a better reason to be drenched to the bone. 

When the break was called this go, he was ready and was down on the pitch, stripping himself in copy of Pete and grabbing the bottle from Amber and working on his own muscles. 

"Better than great," he said, rolling his shoulders and looking hard at his Captain. "Brilliant, really. All that extra practice you tossed on us, seriously, can't say it hasn't helped, can we? It's been perfect."

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