"Potts, of the Daffodil variety, but my friends call me Daffy." She supplied easily enough with a smile and a chuckle. The name Grimstone rang a bell, she was sure Calla had mentioned it and suddenly it clicked. Even if he didn't make a habit of it, Mr. Grimstone was apparently quite used to crashing and now Daff realized why. "The broommaker yes? I've heard your name mentioned amongst my sister's quidditch-playing friends." He apparently made fine-quality brooms, even if it currently looked like the one he'd just nearly lost to the fish in her pond said otherwise. Daffy had never been one for flying, let alone quidditch, she had left that to Noble and some of her other friends back in school and of course Calla was the family quidditch player.

"This is going to sting a little, it's not diluted," She warned, but left him no room or time to try and escape as she pressed the open dittany leaf to one of his scratches. It would close right up though, so there was that at least. "My apologies," She grimaced appropriately, though was satisfied as she watched the open scratch seal itself back up rather quickly. "We wouldn't want to scar that handsome face." She said without a second thought, paying no mind to how it would come across.

"Is that something new then?" She continued on, eyeing the broom curiously before moving to have another go at another scratch.