Quidditch Supernovas | P&A
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The sun was warm, but mild for late June and Alessandra Rowle was excited as she sat in the stands with her best friend. While the brunette had never been a fan of quidditch, she’d had a difficult time not going when her native country was playing. Not that Penny knew that, of course. Allie had dressed down for the match, which for her meant designer jeans and a new top, supporting Mexico of course. The tickets she had gotten were quite good, actually; it was one of the few times she’d taken advantage of the Rowle name instead of simply paying for what she wanted.
Allie took a sip of the drink she’d bought – champagne, of course, though it was served in a plastic cup – and looked over at Penny, her own eyes bright. “It’s bad I don’t know the rules very well, isn’t it?” she said, lips quirking at the corners. “Please tell me you know more than I do.”
