Quite happy just to sit there attentively and listen to people ask about stuff, Celandine daydreamed a bit. She felt safe since Cope was right there and all. After a while though she sighed regretfully. Rounds. She had to do those. She leaned up, gave Copernicus the teeeeeeny tiiiiiiiiiiniest chaste-for-her kiss on the cheek, stood up and waggled her fingers at him.

"I'll meet you before dinner." She informed Copernicus and then she left and possibly swung past the Quidditch booth to take a peek at the Quidditch God.

One day, Cela'd quite like a pet Clifford. One that would fetch and wag its tale and take care of pesky gnomes and eat everything in sight and be big and red.

All Cliffords were good Cliffords, basically.