Marietta jumped at the sound of a voice behind her. She had not been expecting the work to cease for her. Turning she rolled her eyes and immediately knew why the work had stopped. Somewhere in her memory she recalled that McLaggen had never had the ability to not pull attention to himself when he could get it from a female.
"Hello, McLaggen," she acknowledged her recognition of him. "I'm trying to figure out what sort of practice gear a Quidditch player uses. I need to," she paused trying to figure out how to phrase herself, "get some for a friend."