Scout practically bounced into the shop in Diagon Alley stepping toward the plexi glass counter as she admired the baked goods on display. Her and the boys on the National Team had managed to sneak away from a press junket and, honestly, thank Merlin for that! She had just been about to lose her damn mind when Captain Justin surprisingly had pitched the idea (usually he was quite reserved compared to the rest of them) and, well, once their Coach's back was turned and no press was in the tiny room during a break off they ran. Now having separated from one another, ill advised but very much needed, she was on her own and in search of a snack to tide her over. And lucky for her all done up in a floral dress no one recognized her just yet. Good. It was nice just to exist for a little bit.

"I'll have one of the cupcakes please... Er... Two please. And some of the pudding. Oh... And a slice of cake." Way too much for even her but it was also nice to not have someone hovering over her reminding her of the rules of an athlete's diet. So what if she went overboard? Scout was always one to act first and ask questions later about most things in her life (except for relationships). It was while waiting for her order she felt someone's presence beside her. Stilling, she fought every urge in her body to spit out something sarcastic or defensive, and instead turned to look at whoever it was.