Padma's screeching caused Lisa to take another sip of wine. She'd forgotten Padma did that. Finally, shes sighed and pointed at Padma's clothes. "He told me he likes Puddlemere," she said. Even as she said it, she began to feel stupid for her reasoning. "And the letter. Plus, he said you might take him as your date to that bloody Ministry gala." She set her glass down on the coffee table and sat up, hoping that Padma was telling the truth and she really wasn't with him.