Silas gave a nod, so she would be with Eleanor; perhaps she'd tell El to keep an eye out for her as it didn't seem like she would know anyone else. "Who is she- you know." She made a gesture to finish the statement, sort of waving her hand between them. Though her question dropped when he gave a surprised sort of look, her own eyes widening. "What- oh. No. What Quidditch game?" She hadn't spoken much to either he or Eleanor. There had been little owls, notes back and forth between her and her cousin but nothing of sufficient meat. The fact that possibly, just possibly, she might be seeing both--she could not contain the smile that appeared over her lips.
Raising her hand again to cover her mouth as she laughed, her head shook slightly. "Didn't I say I was more a gosling? No ruffling from me." She wouldn't even know how to show off like that, the Malfoy's were on a whole other plane that she didn't even dare try and compete with; no, Silas was quite content being herself.
When he actually took her idea she nearly gaped at him in surprise. When he asked for more input her jaw dropped slightly before she got a hold of herself. He really thought it was a good idea?! Silas tried not to grin like an idiot. Perhaps she wasn't as useless as she thought. It took her a moment, her mind automatically sucking on her bottom lip in thought before she spoke up again. "It could be- for everyone but the- us- the engaged, get special treatment some how. Make those that don't usually come, interested." She had a few ideas on that, but he probably wouldn't like them. They didn't involve drinks like most of the patrons usually enjoyed but just a simple freedom that none of them really had a chance to experience since the whole blasted Programme had been started.