Re: Harrison & Etta
As tempted as she was by the stools at the bar Etta knew that getting up on one at her height always made for an interesting moment, and getting down. Well okay flashing him even more of her thighs wasn't exactly against where she wanted this to go, but it had the potential to flash everyone and that was less ideal.
"Well that makes sense," she said. "Quidditch is always a huge rush, and I'm guessing there are slightly fewer crack of dawn practices when you don't have to work around classes!" She chuckled slightly. It had been one of the minor downsides of being on the team. "I don't think I'd make it back into that sort of shape these days. Nothing I do really requires quite so much speed." Which was entirely true, not that she neglected keeping fit, but she was a long way short of a professional athlete.
She pouted slightly. "Well that's unfortunate, but I guess I see why. More time to build your skills, I suppose."
"Now are you allowed to drink much this late in the season, or do you have to be a goody-two-shoes?" she asked, eyes widening to implore him as her hand found his arm and trailed along his biceps.