Isaac smiled. She was right of course. Gryffindors were known for their confidence, but Isaac's was right on the mark. He was good at Quidditch.
He winked at her, glad when she accepted his invitation. He hadn't actually doubted she would--not any more than he would have denied her invitation had she been the one offering.
"Believe me," he said, looking down at his basket and then at her, "I can make time for you."