"How's training over there going?"
Seeing Angelina walk into the rest tent looking travel-worn, Ginny, still heavily pregnant, smiled and greeted her. She truly envied Angelina for being able to pursue her dreams and even join the Holyhead Harpies, the team she loved.
"Not bad, though quite a few things have happened recently."
Angelina sat down at the small table in the rest area, picked up the teapot, and poured herself a cup of still-warm milk tea.
"What happened?"
Ginny was rather curious.
To be honest, sitting here reading childcare books all day was quite boring. It was nice to hear some gossip now and then, and she particularly liked gossip about Albert.
"Do you remember Wilda Griffiths?"
Angelina took a meat bun from the steaming basket, bit off a large mouthful, and said indistinctly, "The Chaser from the Holyhead Harpies who was planning to retire and get married?"
Ginny had always been a loyal supporter of the Holyhead Harpies, so naturally she knew all their Quidditch players.
"Yes, her affair has been completely exposed."
After swallowing the food in her mouth, Angelina began telling her about the hottest news in the Quidditch world lately.
"She never planned to get married at all. She was planning to transfer to Pride of Portree."
Angelina's expression was especially complicated when she mentioned it, because she was a direct beneficiary of the whole affair.
"How could that be... Weren't they..."
Ginny was equally shocked upon hearing the news.
"I'm not sure. Anyway, Gwenog Jones was practically furious when she found out. She went to see Wilda Griffiths, but their conversation clearly didn't go well." Angelina gave a bitter smile. "In the end, Gwenog Jones even swore she'd make Wilda Griffiths pay for it."
"What are you talking about?"
The tent flap was lifted,