“Is that so?” Rufus responded politely, somewhat surprised that the young lady would admit such a thing. It was something his little sister might say, but most young ladies he had met rather preferred not to point out such things. At least in his experience. “Well let me see if I can get your lace uncaught with little harm to it.” He leaned over their joined sleeves, grateful it was his left arm that had been caught, it’d be much more difficult to untangle if his right hand had been stuck. Not that he was terribly good at detail work - now catching a quaffle, that was something he was good at.

As he worked the young woman dropped a question at Rufus, one Rufus had rather been hoping not to hear. With in internal sigh he braced himself for the onslaught of questions and congratulations that was likely to come with his name. He glanced up at the young woman with a smile, “Only if your a quidditch fan.” He replied easily returning to his work. The button was being rather stubborn. “I play for Puddlemere United.”