"Oh my darling Neil, you menace to society," Dahlia says, covering her heart with a hand, like that was all she could do to keep it together.

"Ramon's a little butthead, but I guess he hurts less than a bludger," she says with a heavy sigh and a shrug. She was frustrated that his little stunt changed the course of the game when she had been so close to winning, but it was nothing her heart couldn't take. This was the fourth time today her heart had been broken. "I'll just need to fiercely cuddle a cat. Or ferret. Or Kazim, if he'll let me."