James watched as she attempted to grab the snitch and he chuckled, capturing it quickly with a mock gasp of horror. “Excuse me, madam! Did I say you could grope my snitch?” He smirked. “You really should ask, it’s only polite.” He smirked and shook his head. “Or perhaps you’ve been talking to the wrong people. Everyone I talk to loves me. Even Evans though she refuses to admit it.”
"Please, Mr. Potter?" Amelia gave him a smile. She hadn't done well in her flying courses and had early on resolved to simply transport everywhere through Apparation, though she had yet to figure out if she had a talent for that or if it was also horrifically lacking. "I shall keep my sources secret for now, I don't wish to offend you."










