At her enthusiasm Rufus laughed, easily ducking out of the way of her arms as they flew at his face. "Sure, I can help you practice." He told her with a grin. He loved practicing with his siblings. Sometimes they drove him nuts, but they generally seemed to have a good time when playing quidditch in the backyard.

Her summary of classes seemed much like Rufus's own experiences. There had been a time when he hadn't been sure he would make it in quidditch and that had really been the only time he had focused on his studies. "Well I'm lousy at transfiguration and I certainly can't help you with history of magic, but if you need some charms pointers let me know. Bus-bus, too." Rufus added with a glance at the rat sleeping on Sloane's nightstand.