Falling into step beside him had been easy, keeping up with his long stride hadn't been. By the time they'd reached the pub itself she was very nearly out of breath! "Very funny Mr. Grimstone. You make a girl feel special with an invite to the pub then poke fun at her blunders. Tsk tsk." Winnie was teasing obviously, just returning the favor.

Stepping into the warmth of the pub, Winnie sighed contentedly. "So Grimstone as in the broom maker? My niece and nephew are quite enamored with your work." Ned, though he didn't play on the house team, did enjoy quidditch and she was almost certain he was on the club team. Anne was too young, but off to school in September and she would no doubt, follow in her brother's footsteps. Shifting her carpet bag from one hand to the other, she waited to see if Mr. Grimstone had a preference on where to sit.