"No, Rosie was a Gryffindork," he teased, dodging any potential swats. He needed all his faculties to play in the next match. "That's a Gryffindor like my Mum and Aunt Aundrey and Uncle Percy." He figured Wren would need the explanation.
He grinned at Wren, taking her hand and squeezing. "No, CJ is a demon. It's the only explanation. I mean, what cat doesn't like to be petted?" Of course, most cats didn't like being poked either, but he'd grown out of the poking stage at least three years ago. CJ had a long memory.
"Yeah, Chudley Cannon will be coming back with me when the fifth years move back," he said with a grin. "I hope to have taught him to fly on the back of my broom by then."