To be quite honest, it had taken her a few seconds to recognize that he was indeed a Quidditch star...but that wasn't something she needed to mention. Tutshill was an English team, after all, not a Scottish one -- so she didn't pay so much attention to them. Still, she knew about the league enough...but she still let out a little laugh.
"Hufflepuff," she said, motioning down to the black and gold sash that she'd tied around her waist. It was interesting to see him perk up, and she told herself that surely it was because he was seeing such a comely lass and not because he had suddenly remembered it was his obligation to be friendly. She cast a glance down to the menagerie of desserts in front of him and, after a brief moment of consideration, popped her fingertip into the whipped cream of one of the concoctions and then cleaned her finger off with her tongue.
"That one's my favorite," she offered by way of explanation -- not that she felt she needed one. It had been the first time in a long while she'd been up to escaping from the island, and she was intent on enjoying herself.
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