Bash getting bashful was really quite something, a small smirk tugging at her lips.
She rolled her eyes. "You sit around in the cold for hours, you end up having conversations with people." Dagny appreciated the way that they'd drawn her into their conversations and it was nice to have drinks with them in the Drunken Zebra after games, too. Slowly but surely she felt like less of an outsider in Quidditch circles.
"That sounds great. I'm going to hold you to that."