Anna Marie laughed as the men in Shay’s family jumped right into explaining just how tough she was. It was very sweet all around, their jumping to tell her just how tough and able she was. Though she watched her son, Deacon, who was oddly quiet for having to sit still for this length of time, laugh as he promptly shoved his much smaller fist at Jeremy’s, though Seth didn’t quiet know what the man required of that action and since he was getting his teeth, put both of his wet chewed on little hands over Jeremy’s to pull himself forward off of her lap.

And though this was a pleasant interlude with the inclusion of Sean, Anna-Marie did agree with the sentiment that she couldn’t wait for the teams to get back on the pitch. If there wasn’t much to look at while the players were out in the fog there definitely was even less to do while they weren’t looking for shadows and straining to hear what was going on over the din of the fans.

“Of course Hufflepuff will win!” Anna-Marie grinned and turned her son around on her lap and bounced him on her knee as she recited a familiar chant. Though it took on more of a sing-song quality rather than when she’d been a child and screaming in the stands out onto the pitch with a sea of yellow and black garbed students

“Hufflepuff, we are tough, we're on top when things get rough! One more goal is not enough, come on Puffs, go do your stuff!” It was one of the cleaner, more children friendly chants she could think of.