"I'll be sure to let the number of professional Quidditch players that came out of Ravenclaw know that tidbit of information," she said primly. Athletically superior, indeed! But still, she obligingly admired his flexed arm. Boys seemed to hold such things important.
Smirking, she twirled her drink back and forth between her fingers. "Georgie is it? Why am I tempted to break into a nursery rhyme when you say that. You don't make girls cry, do you?"