The urge to play Quidditch again would always burn in Cyndi's blood, but she knew that she was too old and too under-practiced to ever play professionally. The best she could hope for at her age was the league she had learned about in the Daily Prophet that played for fun in the park during the summer. As she watched her Gryffindors take to the pitch, Cyndi rose and clapped for them. They'd lost their last game, but she was confident that this game would be different, and it did appear that way at first. Gryffindor scored early, giving them the advantage of momentum.
The shift was quick, starting when Caroline was hit hard with a bludger. Cyndi winced, hoping her student was alright. Jumping to her feet as the Slytherin seeker went into a dive, Cyndi hoped that she'd spotted someone's earring falling or something. It was the snitch though, and just like that the game was over. Not wanting to deal with the crowd leaving the stands, Cyndi settled herself back into her seat to wait. Her eyes fell towards the pitch where she watched the Slytherins begin to celebrate. A frown crossed her face, growing stronger as a player broke off and headed towards her Gryffindors. It happened quickly, but Cyndi could see the telltale signs, and as she headed for the stairs, she could see that Kalif had seen them too.