She gave him a curious look as he got up and knocked on the tree but it moved to an understanding one when he explained. See? She wasn't the only superstitious one. Then again, she was only superstitious when it came to harming Puffers. It was a risky sort of business. "Have you ever wondered what a bludger feels like?" She'd given it some thought. It must have hurt since it drew blood but...how much?

"Er...bashing bashers?" She giggled, finding it hard to take that name very seriously. It didn't actually make much sense when she thought about it. "It's cute though...almost makes you think twice about sending a bludger your way." Almost. Quidditch was serious stuff. People still needed to get hurt. This was life. "You guys hang out a lot outside of the pitch." Also, she took note of the fact that he said nothing about Forrest. If he was one of the people picking on him, she would hex his face off without regret.

She GRINNED at him, he thought she was funny. Granted, she was being completely serious. That mic and her, they'd be married one day...even if that meant keeping it as an affair because chocolate was still her first love. "His name's Felix! I'm surprized you haven't seen him walking around before. I can't tell you how many times I've lost--er...he's run ahead of me." Wonderful kneazle, when he wasn't trying to eat other people's pets.