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elizabell (elizabell) wrote in 20somethings,

Eliza had had very little contact with the elder McLaggens, even though she'd been in the same year as their daughter Skye. She knew of Hunter, of course, even if she knew nothing of Quidditch. He had been seeing Molly Sue Weasley for ages it seemed, though she'd had more than one delightful 'hot celebrity Quidditch Star' thought about him over the years and that was a bit of a shame.

"Isn't their Quidditch star son dating one of your cousins?" She didn't know too many of the Weasleys, even if her mother had been close with George, Roxy's branch of the family was really the only ones she knew. Eliza laughed, "Oh, no, I was no where near the top of the class, pretty sure I barely passed my NEWTs." She shrugged, though, she hadn't cared too much about classes, if she was honest.

Eliza waved down a waitress - pretty girl, brunette, with a brilliant smile - and indicated Roxy should order and then requested her own items. French toast with strawberries and a side of bacon. She also asked for their pitcher to be refilled and warned the waitress that it wouldn't be the last time they asked. The girl gave them a conspiratorial smile and laughed before heading to put in their order. She was back in a flash with a fresh pitcher for them.