"Little bit," She agreed with a little shrug. "I was trying to get out of it myself, do you mind sharing the tree?" The thought of crossing the grass back to where Harry was no doubt horribly flirting with that pretty girl was not appealing to Sloane who would rather be on a broomstick chasing snitches in this kind of weather. It was good practice for games at school, after all!

It was then that Sloane noticed the wee spider on the boy's arm and she inched closer to get a look. Bugs did not bother Sloane in the slightest, she was not one of those girls. "Whossat you got there?" She asked, genuinely curious.