Katie had gone from bad to worse, angry at Miles and his lack of belief in her involvement in the war, and now George, one of the only people she really trusted, had to decided that this was the time to make his move on her. Now! Of all the times in all of their lives, and this was when he chose? Her nerves had been frayed by the time she'd gotten back from George's apartment on Friday night, and she'd spent the time between then and now flying as much as was possible, until Gwenog found her in the early hours of the morning, flying laps around the stadium, and had ordered her to stop flying and eat something before practice. This was supposed to be a happy time in her life - they'd beat the bad guys, for once! - but it wasn't turning out that way.
By the time her Sunday plans with Miles rolled around, she was desperate for a drink and glad of the chance to talk to someone who she knew wasn't going to be spilling his heart out over her - over quidditch, maybe, and how much he wanted to shag her, but that was different, it was handleable, and frankly, she thought she might need it at this moment in her life.
Finding his chosen booth, she slid in beside him, not greeting him in favor of looking desperately for someone, anyone, to bring her something to drink.