Roxanne tilted her head and smirked. She too leaned against her elbow, bending toward him slightly when she spoke. "Well if you decide to go crash a broom into the tree, I am pretty sure you know who to call." When the bartender walked by again, she quickly glanced at him with a "Another fill please? Thanks."
"And it isn't just Quidditch players," she continued. "You should see what other uses people feel like they have with their wands. It's just..." Roxanne visibly shuddered, thinking back to her half a decade of experience in the ward. "On the other hand, you have interesting stories to tell!"