"If you're not picking an argument with me or the staff we should be fine," she assured him. She hoped he wasn't the sort of person who got into arguments with staff, or she'd have to reconsider everything she thought she knew about him and maybe retroactively regret sleeping with him.
She suspected boxing was more athletic than people thought, but not necessarily transferrable to quidditch. "I guess it depends how good you are at keeping yourself motivated if that's a bad thing or not," she mused. She might have been on the team at school but she had never been enthusiastic about the conditioning type of training.
She made a sympathetic face that was far more grimacing than she ever used on funeral clients. "Well that sucks," she said. "I doubt my method of brain breaks is gonna help since you've seen it already." Music, dancing, flirting, fucking, and once in a while a small hit of something Eliza had already taken for a run. She was pretty sure the last one was out for a pro sportsman, and she wasn't mentioning it out on the street. "What do you read?" she asked instead.
The back wall of the Leaky soon approached, it opened easily enough and she headed right through the door and to the bar. She had no idea if she wanted caffeine, sugar, both or neither. Alcohol was out, but that was okay. She massaged her head again, taking a few seconds to find the right spot. "Can you see a table free?" He was much taller and more able to spot one that wasn't directly between the door and the closest bit of bar.