Irritated, Anna continued to face the direction of the game, trying her best to refocus herself and figure out who was now ahead. She did allow her eyes, however, to glance sideways towards Cayden. "Really now? I wonder why?" she dryly asked. "Could it be because someone is unskilled in the art of proper firework blasting? Yes, that's it, indeed." She narrowed her eyes at him, but then allowed her face to fall into a rather blank expression. She softened her tone and added, "You know, I really would cool it if I were you. I don't doubt that Professor Vindictus saw that, and he's likely to get pretty mad about it. If you'll excuse me, though..." She stood from her seat and shook her hair out in the direction of Cayden. "Cope...Cela...Satine..." She smiled and waved, then took off down the stands.

She smiled as she grew closer and closer to that head full of brown hair. Hopefully, a nice Quidditch match would put him into a far better mood than he'd been in lately. Maybe they could create silly cheers or something. Anything to put him into a happy mood. Placing her hands over his eyes, she said, "Guess who?" Before he could even answer, though, she uncovered Plymouth's eyes and moved to sit by him. "Hey..."