Fuck. It was Katie Bell. He thought she’d looked familiar. It was the look, the concentration as she stretched to catch that struck his memory however- dammit. She couldn’t figure out who he was. As she caught the bomb, instead of reaching back to catch it himself, in some strange game of Quodpot that he would not play- he let it fall, backing off on his broom.
Casting another stunning hex straight at her, the moment it was off he was turning tail, leaning and heading for the safety of the fidelus, get out of sight and come out away from familiar eyes.