Psyke stared up at him with a scrutinizing gaze, trying to figure out which Catapult this was. Like, she knew his face, and she was now starting to recognize his voice from various events, but still. It felt like everyone and their mother was a quidditch player these days and she could only tell apart like, Wendy and Finn. Usually. Wendy got pretty fierce on the field.
Finally, she remembered something about quidditch and the Catapults, and Psyke stood up with her hand on her hip and a triumphant smirk.
"So, are you the pouf?"
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