"And they said that the Slytherins delivered the blows below the belt. Tut, tut."
"I find it hard to believe you're not on a broom," he said in all honesty. "You are a natural. You should be on one."
He managed to puff his chest out a little proudly at the mention of Liam. "You'd like him, I'm sure. He's quite the charmer. And he's got far too much of his mother in him. Damn Gryffindoridness."
Miles gaped like a fish at her description of Weasley. "Kinky, my dear. Only his little finger?"