Bella smiled at he worked to untangle their outfits. She'd never been caught on a gentleman before; it was much more common the detailing on her skirt to get caught in the the skirts of her friends' dresses.

His answer regarding his familiarity was one that caused her to perk up. Bella had never been a huge follower of quidditch. She'd always been an avid supporter of the Gryffindor house quidditch team while at school, and had on multiple occasions attended Hogsmeade Howlers matched while still living with her parents. She hadn't, however, ever considered herself a Puddlemere fan.

"Oh, that's nice," she quipped, unsure of whether or not he expected her to go all fan-girl on him. She wasn't that sort — there was no point in obsessing over gentleman who were complete strangers. "I must confess: I was a bit put out that Kenmare didn't make it farther in the tournament. I suppose you all were too good for them," she added, though her tone made sure to let him know she was only teasing.