"The cocky ones are always Beaters," she said, smirking at him. "Well, Beaters or Gryffindors."
Lisa couldn't help but feel a bit overly confident herself, given that her assessment had been spot-on. Of course, she made it her business--literally--to know everything she could about Quidditch players. She'd been wrong before, but rough spots in the bend of a flyer's hand just past the thumb almost always indicated a firm grip on a Beater's bat. She couldn't help but watch for a moment as he turned an apple in his fingers. Merlin, he really did have nice hands....
He was inviting her for a bit of flying and Quidditch? It seemed she'd found his weak spot, or at least a very promising one. And she hadn't even been looking for it. Fancy that.
"Thinking about it? Always. Actually able to follow through? That's another story. I'm afraid I've never had any particular skill for actually playing Quidditch, despite every effort." And to Will's utter disappointment. Once it had been upsetting to her, but she'd long since learned to laugh it off. "Now flying is another story."
Lisa nodded toward his basket. "You sure it's not going to cut into your battle plans?"