Marietta was floundering something fierce. She had gone to the Quidditch games at Hogwarts because everyone went, that and to support her best friend. Still she'd never understood the game. Even now when she went it was either to support a friend or play the role of arm candy.
Cormac's questioning and assumptions that everyone should know about these sort of things caused her to panic. What if he saw through what she was doing? "I suppose I'll have to let them come in and speak with someone themselves," she back pedaled. The jersey's would have to be enough for now.