Louis could hardly believe that in the past weeks, his excitement about the Draft had died down considerably. Perhaps it was because everyone had been talking about it for so long that it was no longer that interesting, but as he had made his way to the Portkey that night, he hadn't felt that anticipation that one might have expected.
The second he landed in Sydney though, it was completely different. Once he'd gotten over the weird shock of it suddenly being early morning, a grin spread across his face. He was definitely looking forward to it now. After the World Cup, this was the most important and exciting Quidditch event there had been within the last year. Suddenly he couldn't wait to see everyone together; his fellow team mates, rivals and friends, and the various witches and wizards who were hoping to land a spot on a team this year.
Looking around, Louis started to follow everyone out of the alleyway. He had the address of the hotel he would be staying at written on a scrap of parchment, but he had no idea how he was going to get there. There was bound to be someone nearby who knew their way around there, he'd just have to find them.
Louis realised he had been standing in the same spot for some seconds now, and most of the people from the Portkey had quickly dispersed. Still around were a couple of older-looking guys arguing over directions, and a young girl who looked like she might be a bit lost too. Louis walked over to the girl, greeting her with his usual winning smile.
"Hi," he said brightly. "I don't suppose you know the area well, do you?"