Adara wrinkled her nose ever so slightly as the older woman addressed her. She had never been called that in all her adult years and for that she was glad. It was awful.
“Er... Please. Call me Ada.” The Quidditch star had the gall to blush under the woman’s gaze as she pulled her hand back and stuck it in the pocket of her jeans. Mrs. Quirke’s gaze was far too intense for her to handle, so she settled for smiling at the thirteen year-old as she bounced around excitedly.
“Well... Congratulations are in order I see.” Her eyes lit up. “I’d be willing to toss it around for a bit.” She lifted her brow and looked to mother Quirke as she nodded at the Quaffle, looking for the woman’s permission. “I have two brooms... That is... If you wouldn’t mind ma... er... Miss.” She shifted uncomfortably for a moment before she sat down on the bench in from of her locker, pulling on her socks and sneakers.
“Ah... What house was that?” Her smile was a bit easier this time as she straightened up.