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Ron Weasley (gingerkeeper) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Megan had been sitting at the bar throughout the entire conversation of the middle-aged men. Hair pulled back and dressed in a pair of muggle overalls, she looked slightly disheveled and homely. Plus, it was late - no one was sober enough in these parts to pay her much attention. She drank her pint alone while flipping through a copy of A Complete Quidditch History; vol 3. She'd made a point to charm off the title of her book as the older gentlemen spoke loudly enough to be heard by others.

It amused her when she had opportunities to hear quidditch fans discuss their opinions so openly. Most of the time it was completely uneducated and entirely biased opinions being flung about like scripture. Most people forgot that the sport was a business and a lot of the decisions made to keep certain players had little to do with fan popularity - but contracts, business relationships, and trade strategy.

She hadn't recognized the face that joined the bar. But there was something about him that made her feel as though she knew him from some where. Hmmm..... Nope... Nothing. Suddenly the conversation began to escalate as the newly arrived patron started shouting.

"Yeah, Shut it!" Megan quickly interjected from the opposite side of the bar from where Greg was now standing. "Wars over - been for a real long time. Politics has no place in quidditch. And besides, anything he did before doesn't impact the way Flint flies now." She wasn't quite sure what that had to do with anything - but some where in Megan's head she decided speaking up with a rational approach might calm the growing tension between the three men.