Daphne brightened, glad that Blaise didn't seem keen to push the Inquisitorial Squad point the way Ambrose and Astoria were wont to. As if anticipating an instant start to this impromptu bout of competition, she leaned forward on her broom, tightening her grip on the handle and bracing herself for a burst of speed.
"Juvenile? Not at all." She grinned, looked at Blaise expectantly. "Don't take it easy on me just because you're a Quidditch star now and I'm usually resigned to the stands."