Sarah ducked her head, a blush spreading lightly across her cheeks. "I always loved Potions," she murmured honestly. Not wanting to sound like she was bragging, she continued, "can't say the same about Professor Snape, though." She looked back up at him with a grin.
Sarah laughed at Barry's comments about Rosa. "Oh, you could challenge her, I'm sure...but I have every confidence that Rosa will still get it right." As if hearing Sarah's words, a small, round, dark-haired older witch approached the table. She didn't bring them menus, simply proceeded to welcome them to the restaurant and then look at them both appraisingly. After a moment, she snapped her fingers and said, in accented English, "Pizza. Large. Half-cheese, half with everything. Si? Si." She turned to put the order in before either of them could comment, pausing only to say over her shoulder, "and butterbeers. Due."
Sarah looked at Barry, amusement twinkling in her eyes. "What did I tell you? How'd she do?"