"Oh well, okay," Mandy said, trying not to sound terribly disappointed. Sometimes she did wonder about Michael; whether he thought they all had dragonpox or something.
"Well in that case, the pitch it is," Mandy said, grinning broadly as she slid out of the chair, turned around and grabbed her book. She tucked her book into her robes and grabbed Michael's hand, pulling him in the direction of the common room entrance. Any excuse to go to the pitch and Mandy was usually off like a shot, not wanting to risk giving him a chance to change his mind. "Come on, we better get out there before it gets too late!"