And they'll know what your play style is, so - like you can learn if a Seeker likes feints, which was why Krum's big feint there was so surprising, right, usually his games rely pretty heavily on his good eye and timing -

Fay starts gently steering them out of the stadium as they chatter. (...And a bit more firmly keeps steering when she spots the Minister nearby. Nope, no need whatsoever to have that run in, let's go nerd about Quidditch somewhere less crowded...)

People are pretty jazzed, or at least the Ireland fans are - still, the Bulgaria fans don't seem to feel they were done too poorly, so the mood's rather good overall. It's late, so most people's plan - including Fay's - is to camp again tonight and start trickling out tomorrow.

Sounds good to Ellie. She wants to bask in the moment just a little bit longer.

Yeah. And camping together, all in the same room - Ellie and Anathema's pop up beds pushed against each other so they can whisper and not wake the adults - just feels... Very different from home. Special.

Yeah. It's nice.

They should go camping more.

But for now... Tonight seems like a night to stay up.

They've still got so much of the match to go over!

Absolutely.

Anathema's still excited, so she leans in closer to Ellie than normal so her baseline whisper's a lot quieter. Grim seems actually eager to sleep, for one, even if Fay's sometimes inclined to stay up.

Can't keep Grim from his rest, so they'll put their heads together and whisper.

It kind of feels like the best part of the day, really.

Not quite as good as that catch, maybe...

Maybe.

But... Cozier.

Well. Sure.

She does eventually end up yawning, small little noises as she tries to keep it down. More nose-wrinkling than jaw-cracking.

It has been a long day...

Yeah.

Anathema starts to drift off a bit.

Without external engagement, Ellie starts to do the same.

Neither of them's properly asleep when a loud sound comes from outside their tent, jolting them awake - it sounds like something crashed - 

And then there's a whistling noise, a sharp yell - 

Fay's on her feet with her wand in her hand before first crash settles.

Ellie startles fully awake, grabbing at a wand-

Anathema bolts up, scrambling to get her sheets off her and her wand in her hand.

There's a dull roar, and a rushing sound, and a crackle - like a fire's started.

Fay strides over to the tent flap, standing just to the side of it as Grim lays down at the base, lifting the flap up just enough he can peer out at the fields.

The flap drops, and Grim becomes Sirius - "That copse off to the right's on fire," he says, grimly, "And there's a Dark Mark over it. It sounds like a panic's starting. No fighting's reached us yet."

Fay frowns. "A stampede might be worse than a battle."

There's a loud whistle, a crackle - Sirius turns to scowl at the tent flap. "Pretty sure that's the point, here."

"...We need people to stay in their tents," she says, and turns to Ellie and Anathema. "I'm going to help coordination and emergency response," she says, and then hesitates briefly. " - I need to know what's going on closer, but. I want you two to stay safe."

"We can help."

"Ellie's cloak should hide us. And then we can use a Patronus relay."

"Yeah."