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Lottie was quite pleased with herself, she had just escaped the clutches of a rather old batty retired quidditch player, pleased with herself that she managed at least one decent piece of gossip and had finished her task all in under twenty minutes. Gleny had introduced the two of them, telling her that he at some point in his life actually been a player who actually meant something, she wasn’t really sure as she may have stopped listening somewhere between ‘he played for the United in the fifties’ and ‘kindly show him to the WWN VIP area’.

Now she had the rest of the day to herself to meander about the crowd and see what sort of gossip she could soak up. She wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings as she sucked on the end of a sugar quill in between sips of tea, so when she was a bit blindsided when she was knocked side wise and it took her a minute to realize the only reason she didn’t topple to the ground was because someone was getting handsy.

“Excuse you!” She snapped pulling away from the boy instinctively. Honestly, what could have been so urgent, that he didn’t even see a witch standing right in front of him. Charlotte gave him a small glare before turning her attention back to herself, letting out a small shriek when she noticed her tea had spilled. “My robes! They are ruined.”