Josh had, initially, planned to attend this match for the purpose of watching the fliers in hopes of picking up another Hogwarts flier for his reserve team next year and he'd talked (well, hardly) Leathan into joining him. What he'd not expected was the weather conditions. He couldn't ever recall having played, or seen played, Quidditch in such a pea soup. But, he was glad to note, it didn't seem to make Hooch so much as bat a lash as the match started. It was, really, a very interesting match to hear.

"You get to know the sounds," he murmured, as fliers swept by and Bludgers buzzed and the calls of the fliers muffled their way through the fog. "I might have to work up a practice like this. Could be interesting to see how my first team handles the lack of visibility."

And it would be, he realized, as goals were made and fliers were given breaks. To be honest, despite not seeing much of anything, he was already making mental notes of the sounds he heard and putting names (not the actual names) to various voices. That the Captains had managed to get their teams to fly in this and make goals spoke volumes, really.

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