"Oh," she stated, unsure what else to say. She'd only ever used the spell to stop things from falling. Freeze it in mid-air and release it once you had a hold on the object. Though... she supposed that wouldn't work here. You couldn't just pick someone up out of the sky. That would be silly. But she supposed that was her nature. She did everything all at once and full speed ahead. It worked most of the time at least.

As he corrected her about Hogwarts teaching wandless magic, her nose crinkled. "Well why didn't my sisters tell me that! Dahlia told me Hogwarts didn't teach anything like that when I asked her to show me something!" She'd been pestering Dahlia a few months ago to show her some of the things they were learning in the NEWT classes and now she suspected her sister had just wanted to brush her off so Calla would leave her alone. And yes, she would confront her sister about that later.

"Still, I did not see anyone and I tend to be pretty observant - and I for sure didn't do it. If it wasn't a spell what else could it be? I can't think of any magical creature that could slow time. At least none that would be here. Maybe the Ministry is up to something. Don't they have a department that does stuff with time? Or did? We should ask if anyone else saw anything odd elsewhere. It is odd though, I didn't seem to be moving any faster or slower."

As Mr. Abney issued his challenge she smiled brightly, a one-eighty from the scrunched up look she'd sported seconds ago. "That is fine," Calla shrugged. Even after two years of competitive quidditch she still rarely felt competitive outside of a game. The games though were different. With everyone cheering and just everything going on, it was easy to get into the mood of a fight to win. "After all, it comes down to whoever plays better and we'll just have to see what happens. Never really been a matter of luck. Though I suppose if we are being honest it probably was lucky I got on the team in the first place. I'm just really grateful they took the chance on me. And we don't have a match till... April - I think."

Still, part of her was curious as to what had changed. Last time she'd talked to him, he barely gave her short answers and had just seemed to want her gone. Now he wasn't acting like her existence was an annoyance, she noted, pleased. Had he changed or she? Or both. Or maybe he'd just been having a bad day. They all had those.