"Well, flailing and shrieking is simply not lady-like," she intoned sagely before smiling again. Really, such things were beneath her. She simply was not the type of person to so degrade herself. And anyone who did were frankly beneath her notice and annoying. Really now, one should act with a bit of decorum!
"Ah yes, I suppose Quidditch would leave your weeks a little skewed outside the norm." She nodded, accepting the explanation. It did make sense after all. "As for me, it seems one of my co-workers was dumped over the weekend, and it was decided to go out for drinks and I was... pulled along." She gave a half smile. "Obviously she isn't as broken up over the ending of her relationship as she would have lead us all to believe." Indeed, she was over at the table flirting heavily with one of the muggle men.
Right around that time, the man whom had been flirting with Demi got tired of waiting for her to come back tot he table. He sauntered up, cocky as you please, and draped an arm over her shoulder in a possessive show that had Demi stiffening and eyes narrowing. "Hey there, lass. your friends are over there missing you, why don't you come on back and we can finish our conversation."
He ignored her polite attempt to remove his arm from her.
"My friends are perfectly fine, and you are interrupting. Now get off me, please." The 'please' was hissed through gritted teeth. She was trying to stay polite and ladylike. Trying not to hex this imbecile. And in doing so leaned further from the muggle, and closer to Oliver, as she was now stuck between the two of them, and Oliver was much more preferable to this idiot.