Aw, Dusty looked concerned that was sweet. Giving the little lion boy a slight nod she just shrugged, ”I’m fine…trust me,” Beth laughed, ”American footballs aren’t half as painful as bludgers…those can really knock you about,” she stood there sort of smirking at him as he ran toward her. Why was he running after her…and flushed again?

”Dusty…c’mon, you don’t have to worry, I’m good…I basically put myself into peril every time I ride a horse or fly” she was smiling, really, smiling. ”Ewan…c’mon pitty and sorry aren’t the same thing, pitty to Quinn is the same thing as setting fire to her favorite book…hell, its worse.” she gave him a look for a moment before turning toward Daniel again.

Might help with Quidditch? Beth just smirked and looked over to Ewan, ”yeah…it’d help if I went for one of those positions – I tried for being one of my team’s Beaters…I mean, I might be small but I’m sure I can pack a mean punch.” really, she’d been told just that quite a few times. Glancing over to Ewan she asked in a hushed whisper ”how’s he been doing so far?...i mean, that throw wasn’t so bad I just got in the way and it went the absolute wrong direction but I mean I think he had a bit of a good arm behind it” Beth asked with a grin, she was trying of course to not stare when they were throwing but the ball was something she wanted to keep an eye on.