The closer Nisha gets to the ground after the game, the wider and more ridiculous her grin goes. Hair blown every-which-direction, she laughs - a big, bright sound - as the tips of her feet graze the grass, but she doesn't quite dismount. Cheeks rosy from the wind and the cold, smile gigantic, she looks almost sweet. Nisha tries very hard to remember the last time she felt this good.

She can't. Because, "that was a real game of quidditch." She manages to say over exhilarated laughter, talking mostly to herself. Ilvermorny never played like that.

The adrenaline must be getting to her, because Nisha congratulates her teammates with absolute glee and has a lot of very nice and specific compliments for any Ebonhide players she encounters for longer than an obligatory handshake.