That had been amazing! And scary and Bethany had been very glad she had come to the game. Who said students weren't more competitive and devious than professional players? While she'd never played in a quidditch match before, she'd been curious about it from the moment she'd heard about the sport and had been hooked after seeing it played. And later she had naturally loved watching her husband practice and play as well. This however, had been her first game in a very long time.
While the students and teachers filed out of the stands, Bethany waited until it wouldn't be so crowded. Stretching her arms out, she leaned back against the bleacher behind her and stared up at the sky with a slight smile. When she'd thought it would be enough time, she stood up to head down herself only to pause when something caught her eye. People always brought things with them to games and left behind items be it trash, or forgetting a glove. That wasn't what she saw though. It was something reflective. Dropping to her knees she squinted. What was that? Laying flat on her belly, she stretched out her arm until her fingertips brushed the shiny. It was sort of soft. Grabbing it precariously between two fingertips, she pulled it up and sat up to stare at what she'd found. It was sort of wonky looking and soft. Poking it she nearly dropped it in surprised as it made a sound like a party blower paper tongue.
"What are you?" she wondered aloud with amusement and curiosity.
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