One had to possess terrible luck indeed to believe it normal for rogue bludgers to single them out. Was this man often accosted by dangerous enchanted items? Melody took a tiny step away from him as she contemplated, one she hoped was hardly noticeable. If Mr. Grimstone was truly a target Melody no longer wished to remain near him. The dead owls were enough proof for her, thank you very much.

"Yes, I believe my chaperone will likely feel the same." She said politely. Even if Mrs. Bradley decided to linger in the post office Melody would not. And she most certainly wouldn't be persuaded into returning. Once was enough. "I hope your luck turns for you, Mr. Grimstone." She said before excusing herself into the fresh summer air.