“No I have not seen any small Slytherins giggling furiously about.” Caldwell confirmed, barely able to keep a smile off his face as he added, “Must’ve known they’d make an easy escape with you, I recall you being good at, erm, letting Slytherins get away from you on the pitch too.”
Elaine huffed a laugh, reaching out to give Caldwell’s arm a gentle shove. “The cheek! I can hardly believe it,” she grinned, crossing her arms. “You’ll be eating your words the next time Gryffindor is up against Ravenclaw. You’ll not even see the quaffle fly past, just my following celebration—which I’ll be sure to make even more obnoxious than normal, just for you.”










