Lucy/Marietta
Lucy gave a short hum of disappointment. She'd been thinking of asking for a brief rundown of the rules, but she had no desire to trap someone in a conversation they weren't interested in. There was bound to be someone later who'd actually enjoy inducting her into the joys of Quidditch. "Never mind, then," she said brightly. "Though if any of these people who've played show up, feel free to point them my way."
She studied the woman she'd sat next to. She'd definitely seen her before, at some of the weekend activities at Finnigan's - Lucy even had an idea she'd been pointed out as the organiser of one or two of them. "I'm Lucy," she said. "And I know I've seen you around, but I'm afraid I've forgotten your name, if I ever knew it."