Meg smiled sympathetically. "I don't think you're ever going to be out of the limelight, Harry," she said softly. "Not with your past. Not with playing on a professional Quidditch team." She'd seen the Tattler, of course, and perhaps been a little annoyed that they'd got the exclusive. But she wasn't at work now. Work brain needed to be firmly switched off.
"I check it all the time, which is a bit sad, I know, but..." She shrugged. "I've got to know some of my friends better," she said with a gentle smile. "I like that."