A fast-forward through Payton Carter's years and the introduction to her loves - her father, Quidditch, and James Sirius Potter.
Oh, and if Snobby Bobby asks - yes, Daniel does look like a troll.

There were three different kinds of days in the Daily Prophet sports floor office that were usually distinguishable from the moment you stepped off the lift. The third type of day was as majestic and rare as witnessing the birth of a unicorn. It was a day so great that it made us all as giddy as schoolchildren on our first adventure to Hogwarts. “Game day Good day”, was the greatest day of the year.

I felt my heartbeat accelerate in my chest, the blood quickly rushing to redden my cheeks and bring my mortified feelings to light; all as he continued to glare at me. This wasn’t what was supposed to happen.

My point being, that I hated crying. Loathed the entire anatomy, process, and implication of it, and despite my many differences with Marie - we were at least alike in that aspect. So when she showed me her face for a fraction of a second, I set aside my fork and annoyance and asked her what was wrong.