Sloane thought the girl's question to be kind of odd, but she shrugged anyway. "Uh, twenty-four now I think." Old. Old and dumb. Clearly wisdom did not accompany Fussy's age. It really was unbelievable. Sloane was bitter and angry and still mildly flabbergasted by the whole thing. It was so stupid and she kind of felt stupid for being so annoyed about it all. Christmas was going to be awkward as hell this year.

"Yeah eventually, not soon enough." It would be rather nice to be able to hide what she was feeling rather than letting the whole world know via her hair color. Shifting her weight idly from foot to foot, she was getting antsy and anxious to get out on the pitch now that the girl's things were all settled. "Now it's time for quidditch practice instead, however." She huffed out a sigh and readjusted her broom on her shoulder.