Xenia hoped this was a horrible nightmare. She pinched herself, and unfortunately felt the pain. "Sh*t," she exclaimed in English, possibly louder than she should have. She'd played terribly, been outplayed by that piece of work of a chaser, and she'd really let the team down. Ilvermony had been far better than they had today. She flew over to the rest of her team, forcing a smile, as miserable as she felt. She had to at least try to put on a brave face. "Let's get out of this sh*tty weather, yeah? One of you, stop me from punching their captain." Surprisingly, her French was more passable when she was more focused on trying to be positive than getting the words right. At least that was something.