Meghan was surprised to hear that the Headmistress had agreed, but pleased, nonetheless. "I hope she doesn't change her mind. That would be a shame. I think it's a really fantastic idea and I'm sure the kids will all love it."
Ever the observant Ravenclaw, Meghan noticed the change in his expression and she watched him as he continued to speak, trying to read into what he wasn't saying, though he did not give too much away.
A vested interest? Did that mean he was on their side? Like Viktor, Meghan couldn't be sure where his loyalties fell and she wasn't sure it would be smart to ask or give too much on her own, so she was content to allow the focus of their conversation turn back to Quidditch.
"I can't imagine not being able to play," she mused softly, and oddly serious expression crossing her face for a moment. It was rare for her to dwell on the unpleasant for long, but for a brief moment, her thoughts lingered on how it would feel to not be able to play for awhile. She couldn't even imagine how mad that would drive her.
"Mainly Quidditch," she admitted wryly as she took another drink. "It was a good season, not quite undefeated as would be ideal, of course, but I guess you can't have everything you want, especially when you're a perfectionist."
If she noticed the lean, she didn't object to it, enjoying the company and the conversation and the warmth of the rum in her stomach.