Harry raised an eyebrow at Regulus' formal tone. "It's just Quidditch, Reg, not a Ministry dinner or anything." He took Regulus' arm gently, where he could see it coming this time, and drew him to the side of the box, between the solid wall and where it overlooked other boxes and the jittering mass of the crowd.
"How've you been? Feel like I haven't seen you in weeks. I've been watching this one," he said, gesturing toward where Leila was eating. "And helping her da train. Ron's got a trial with England!"