He was friendly enough, she decided — far friendlier than she imagined some self-obsessed quidditch players might be! She attempted to tug the fabric back into its proper place, but gave up after a moment or two. Did it really matter?

"Perhaps they will," she answered with a grin. Her eyes flickered around, noting that there were some watching them. All she needed was the hidden 'sources' of Witch Weekly to inform them of her conversation! "I do suppose I should bid you farewell! Thank you for the help."