Though Sloane was still not a fan of Tuni's (what a ridiculous nickname!), the rest of the family seemed to soften to the whole idea that Rufus was married, so Sloane just played nice whenever they came around. It wasn't miserable, as she wasn't much fun and didn't play with them, so Sloane could easily ignore her existence.

At least tonight Fussy had gone so far as to help her practice her seeking skills tonight. With the school year coming up and Gryffindor having done abysmally last year, she needed to up her game. Hopefully after a year together the team would finally start playing more cohesively. They were young and would only get better with time. Needless to say though, Sloane was determined to be the best and that meant practice.

If only Rufus was taking it as seriously as she was! Chasing the bewitched snitch around the yard, Sloane was making headway, starting to predict a movement here and there, when the silly thing suddenly took a sharp left, right by Fussy's face and Sloane corrected too late to adjust fully and slammed right into him. She went spinning to the dirt, landing hard, though thankfully they hadn't been far off the ground to begin with.

Sloane lay flat on her back for a moment, the wind completely knocked out of her before she managed to sit up, spewing some unladylike comments her brother's direction. "Honestly Fussy!" She'd tried to avoid him, but he wasn't even looking! Who was the professional here anyway!?