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“Look I’m sure the game will be great but I’ve got some other things to do so… I think I’m just going to grab some churros and be on my merry way,” Dominique told the other who was inviting her to go and watch the final match. “Lemme know who wins, hmm? Although I’m sure it’ll be plastered all over the Daily Prophet tomorrow anyways.”
“Come on,” Skye said, nudging Dominique with her arm. “I’m in the final match. You can’t miss my final game! I’ll be so disappointed if I don’t see you there.” She offered the other a teasing pout, obviously joking. She understood wanting to get out of here; she was going to go home and pass out after the final match, but for now, she was needed here. “Just stay for at least half.”








