Harry suddenly felt very, very naked beneath his gown. There was no mistaking her look, she was openly ogling him! Eugh. Okay, so he was naked under his gown, but that didn't mean she had to undress him with her eyes. You're just being paranoid, Harry.
"Yeah, Auror. Thanks, but I never actually got to do any real Auror work." He admitted, frowning a little as he remembered his unpleasant conversation with the Minister. "I quit though mainly because of..." He trailed off. How did he put it? "Difference of opinions between myself and the Minister. Figured I'd give Quidditch a try."
He watched Romilda as she went and refilled his water jug, partially because he was impressed and somewhat scared by her attentiveness, and partially because he wanted to make sure she wouldn't slip anything into it. He still remembered the incident with Ron and the chocolates very clearly.
"Thanks, but this is professional Quidditch, not picking for House Teams. I'm sure there were a lot of really ace players." He said with a shrug; of course he hoped to be placed on a team, but he didn't really expect it. "Er, hadn't really thought about it. Unlike most blokes, my loyalty doesn't really lie with any one team. Though I'm betting I don't get an Owl from the Harpies."