“Yes, I rather suppose you would.” Asha agreed with a chuckle. “With the reflexes you had. What with quidditch and all that.” Asha had learned a bit more about Mr. Kirke than when they had first started out. “I do imagine boulders are bit rougher than buldgers though.” He continued conversationally, taking a large gulp of his pint at that statement. “Can’t say there’ll be a day where I ever look at a rock as an innocent being again.” He shook his head with another chuckle and lighthearted shrug of his shoulders.