Tess laughed, though by the time Saffy was upright and had explained her antics, her expression had softened into sympathy. She reached out to rub her soothingly on the shoulder, a silent way to say take the weight off; you can relax now but – because she was resolved to be a menace, and because she knew Saff would give as good as she got back, added, “I get it, Saff. You use up all your brainpower and your powers of coordination at the Ministry, trying to keep up with all those quidditch players all day.” She was teasing, obviously. (She didn’t think that much of quidditch or the people Saffron beat into shape worked for, generally.) “And when you get home you’ve got nothing left.” Just clumsiness, clearly.
