Ah yes, she remembered reading about that now. It had held little interest to her as she held quidditch players in rather low esteem. There was little redeemable about them, why men felt the need to play such a game for a living she found rather ludicrous. “Yes, that one.” Now that was the type of man Mrs. Devine deserved. They were almost made for each other.

With Calliope’s words Seraphina felt sure that there was something more her friend knew and easily read between the lines. Poor Mr. Devine. He could have done so much better. “If he knows what is best for him he’d see sense and leave her.” Then perhaps he’d see the light and find someone more worthwhile of himself. Seraphina could think of one right off the bat.