"What is a 'Quidditch'?"

Serah had never spent much time around sports, muggle or wizarding. However, she found the idea of a sport fascinating. She had read about them in books and occasionally watched them on TV, but that was about it. Serah was definitely more of an observer than she was a participant.

So when she saw a kid walking down the street with a broomstick, she was overcome with curiosity.

So she wound up at Bludgers and  Broomsticks.

When she opened the door, she saw an autographed picture of someone flying. She moved towards it, but didn't get very far because she tripped (over nothing, apparently) and bumped into someone, sending all of their belongings crashing to the ground.

Serah blushed deeply and scrambled to help the person.

"Andke andeks!*," she said in Estonian. Maybe it'd be safer if I didn't talk at all. Serah thought, realizing her mistake.

"I'm s-s-sorry! I was-sn't paying any at-t-tention!" Serah said in French, even more embarrassed than before.

*'I'm sorry' in Estonian