"I do too." Lucy smiled, happy that Katie seemed to be extremely enthusiastic about the idea. Smirking, Lucy was always open to getting both of them all hot a sweaty.
Lucy nodded, trying to understand the concepts of futbol. She had to admit, she wasn't much of an athlete, but she managed to understand and enjoy Quidditch. She was sure that futbol wouldn't be that much more difficult. "So a striker is kind of like a seeker?" She did a pretty good job of keeping up with Katie's sudden lecture, enjoying how the other girl talked so passionately about sports.
"Yes. Have my wicked way with you." Lucy said, sitting up with her shoulders back and trying to look as confident as possible, like she was a top, though she both knew she loved to be on the bottom too much. "I've heard that you may be lacking a bit of tolerance in that department..." she teased.
"I think so. There are probably some pretty secluded places outside of the town." Lucy figured. She wanted Katie to be able to be back on her broom as much as Katie did.
Lucy laughed at Katie's description of the despair that was the lack of good alcohol in Hogwarts. "Ah, I can still remember the sparse pickings." Really, you would think that they would at least let seventh years have a little booze. For after NEWTS and all...
Sipping on her martini, Lucy idly traced her pinky around the rim of the glass, gathering a bit of the sugar that had been dusted over the rim for an extra garnish. KNowing exactly what she was doing, she brought her finger to her lips and sucked the sugar off of it.