She wasn't sure she'd ever seen Clue Leverett smile before. It made him look... happier for lack of a better word. It made him look far more approachable. Without he just seemed aloof. "You look nice when you smile, Mr. Leverett," Calla noted with a grin of her own in return. The way she said it implied she thought nothing of her comment much like the way someone declared a fact that had no manor of question to it.

"Calla would do just fine, if you'd like." It wasn't technically proper, but when was a fourteen year old female quidditch player who love to play outside and be messy ever was? Besides, she had decided she quite liked the boy and was determined to be friends regardless of what he had to say on the subject. "It was a pleasure."