Sloane was quickly losing interest in the horses- or rather forcing herself to, as this woman clearly had plans to intrude on her day and the petite Gryffindor was having none of that. "That's alright," Sloane declined as politely as she could, trying to keep the mild disdain from her features.

Leaping gracefully from her perch on the fence, she landed spectacularly and with a bit of a flourish. Sloane eyed Rufus, one eyebrow raised carefully. This was her birthday afternoon and she wasn't about to spend it chitchatting with an acquaintance of Fussy's that Sloane had little to no interest in. "I think I'd like to go find a snack now." She grinned, hoping Fussy would just roll with it and move on.