Sloane vaguely recognized the Slytherin from classes, but couldn't bring to mind a time when they had purposefully interacted before. "She's a menace, don't let her fool you," Sloane assured Mr. Everly with a wry smile. "Sloane Bixby, and that's Splash." The cat, upon hearing her name decided now was a good time to saunter over. The enormous cat, next to the petite seeker was a hilarious dichotomy, but the pair were rarely seen without one another these days. If Splash wasn't with Sloane, she was pestering Calla or Ned, it seemed like. She had favorites, clearly.

Mr. Everly didn't strike her as a quidditch fan, but she smiled nevertheless. "I had come out to practice a little bit, is that going to bother your... writing?" She could always do laps along the edge of the lake if so.