Hestia nearly laughed again, putting both her hands around her cup. “Well thank you- I wish I looked as young as you thought- or felt that way.” She said, voice almost something like teasing. “But I was, am. I suppose.” Which just felt strange, she was used to everyone being older then her- though she almost always felt so much older then she was…
When he swore, she grinned slightly, strange curse to use- for a moment she thought he was saying a name or something; it took her a moment to realize… “It was, Ravenclaw was hoping to win, we were so close that year. I’m still disappointed in our seeker- he shouldn’t have caught it with so many points behind, I don’t know what he was thinking.” Really, all they’d needed was 100 more points…what had Cornwirth been thinking? It would have been the first Cup Ravenclaw would have won in years.