It was her own fault for continuing the conversation after gesturing to where the outrageously tall woman (was she taller than Ben?!) might find Mr. Binns. Slapping herself internally, Melody nodded along as Ms. Gallivan spoke, frowning slightly at the cross mention of Aldous. If not for Aldous she and Ben would still be locked away in the Paris flat with the weight of the world bearing down on them. They might even be living in some shack in Pennyworth. Melody would tolerate Ms. Gallivan rubbing the affair in her face, such was destined to be her punishment in this life, but she'd hear no ill words towards her generous brother-in-law.

Stiffening her spine, Melody forced herself to resemble that of the ranks she left as she stared at Ms. Gallivan. "I'm certain Mr. Crouch's family was only looking out for his wellbeing, as any family ought to do. Quidditch is a sport, not a career meant to support that of the society lifestyle." Working class people might find fame and relative wealrh, but one could hardly support a household and family on a quidditch career.