Ned snorted at the mention of Selwyn, "Yes, well, he's off the quidditch team, so, at least, there's that small victory for you all." While he wasn't Selwyn's biggest fan either, he didn't loathe him and consider his demise like the others did. Unless he showed his true colors in front of Ned, and he needed to defend someone because of it, he would remain civil. That was just his way. "I'm sure Anne will come to understand not everything is about which house you're in."

He stretched out, eyes watching the wind create small ripples on the lake as the sky started to go through its slow, kaleidoscope of changes. Although beautiful, the memories of both of the summer's incidents gnawed at the back of his head. Sometimes, the what-ifs about if Sisse or Sloane couldn't be dragged out of the water kept him up at night.

Shaking that thought from his head, he instead slipped into another topic. "How is your metamorphmagus practice going?" He'd been meaning to check in.