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Morgan smirked at Danny. "I have no doubts that the girls would win." Though she had already put the Gryffindor's strange term behind her, the boys had not. Seamus went ahead to suggest that the girl had taken one too many bludger strikes to the head. And Tancred piped in with a comment that had Morgan coughing into the back of her hand to hide her laughter. Danny retaliated. At least, Morgan assumed she did. The redhead had no idea what the word the other girl used even meant. Moira wisely ignored the banter and continued on about the party. Before Morgan had a chance to answer her about having their little match, Seamus spoke up again.
"It is best not to keep Napoletani waiting." Morgan steered her broom away from the stands. "I am sorry, girls. Perhaps next time." Prefect duties unfortunately outweighed quidditch practice. Especially an unofficial practice. As she began her decent she called over her shoulder to Seamus. "Meet outside the locker room." As she landed, she waved to Quinn who had just appeared with her football. And then she out of sight as she hopped lightly off her broom and went into the locker room to put away her things.
