Eleanor nodded, smiling a little. "She helped me pick out some dresses for spring a month or so ago," she answered. "And I was in Hufflepuff, too. I'm a few years younger than her, though." At his comment, she laughed. "It must be nice to be talking to a girl who sees you as a person, and not just some Quidditch stud." At least, Eleanor thought something like that would be nice.
"I'm Eleanor Branstone," she said, holding out her cone-free hand for him to shake.