Leathan found the match less than thrilling, but he did find it quite fun to be back at Hogwarts in an unofficial capacity. Being out of the Ministry, he had no reason to worry about keeping up any sort of tabs on anyone and, as much as he loved his wife, it was good to be without the worry of her recovery. He cheered just as much as he always had at House matches (which was a lot) and, when the break was called, he figured it wouldn't hurt to pop in and see how Pete was doing. And Shane. He knew their temperaments better than most.

He didn't move for the food like Josh did, but instead let his eyes move over the bare chested Pete assessing just how exhausted the lad appeared and determining what he might be able to do to help the young man buck up under the strain. True, Quidditch wasn't Leathan's niche, but he certainly knew something about stress and holding up under it. 

"Pete," he said, motioning for the lad to approach once he'd pointed out the Seeker for Josh. Not saying another word, he worked on the lad's Beater shoulder a bit with some Muggle pressure points and then pulled out his wand and used a few charms to ease the deeper tissue. "I can't see a bloody thing when you're out on the pitch," he added, "but make sure, no matter how exhausted you are, that you focus your power through the end of the bat, alright? You'll find it tires your shoulders out slower."