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[Alastair Cunha]

Fortunately for Billy Ray, Alastair was as British as the Falkland Islands or Gibraltar. That is, quite British according to the documents, though there were foreign countries questioning the validity of those records, unable to accept the ugly truth.
He was standing (the only way to watch a Quidditch match when one is not riding a broom) two seats from the American, running a hand through his hair as he watched the Tutshill Tornados get away with the foul in disbelief. Between them, a middle-aged woman sat with her son: they were both wearing bright orange t-shirts with the Chudley Cannons logo on them.
The woman stood up, dragging her offspring as she went, mumbling something about some people's manners as she walked by right in front of Alastair to exit the row. "Don't mind them!" he told Billy Ray, though his eyes were still fixed on one of the Tornados chasers who happened to be a very busty female. "Don't let the hags hold you down!"

[Alastair Cunha]

Alastair snickered: he would have liked to become a punching ball in Hogwarts, come to think about it. Are punching bags allowed to punch back? Yes, right? In magical schools, at least?
"Well, perhaps she's builiding his character. Preparing him for a post on the Ministry or something, a short course on brown-nosing". Alastair rose his right arm, a fist on the air, the bludger dangerously close to one of the chasers.