Meaghan, defender of the poor and downtrodden! (meaghan_way) wrote in witchway,
Despite knowing that people recognized her and liking it and actually kind of wanting them to, since that was really the point of going into Quidditch, it still caught Meaghan off-guard sometimes when they did. Or when she wasn't sure if she should know them. It wasn't always obvious - had she met them before, or were they just a fan or something? Or a reporter, that was totally different. Sometimes it was easier when people fawned all over you, then at least you knew they were just fans.
"Uh," she said, blinking a bit - she hadn't expected to be run into, after all, "Good! I'm just... y'know, going around 'n'... doing stuff. The usual, really." She looked at Lavender, clearly a little uncertain. She looked... youngish, was she one of the new Tulips or something? But Meaghan hadn't been involved in picking any of them, and she sure as hell wasn't a sponsor.
Oh, to hell with it. "Do I know you?" she asked, her brow furrowing. "Or am I supposed to? Because I can't for the life remember, so if I am, sorry."