Wes had dismissed her twice in one night, and while she usually would have to rose to the anger, the numb was keeping those emotions in check. Instead her focus was on Phoenix, sharing their own private conversation fast enough to not be rude. She would never hold it against him for going home with someone, not even the man that was the proverbial thorn in her paw.
She blew Phoenix a kiss, before apparating on the spot. She needed to catch up with one of the players, promises of drinks after the game. She would be popping by Phoenix's place in the morning to drop off the score, before going home to try to dislodge that thorn. It was starting to hurt, and she didn't understand why.