Greg sat back down, shifting his stool a little way away from the men in question. "Yeah," he said. "Grew up in Appleby, so I've always supported them." As in all things, Greg's loyalty, once won, was near impossible to lose. "Then Marcus started flying with them - he's my cousin." Greg perhaps said the last word of this sentence a little louder than necessary, almost wanting the men to overhear, to know what they were dealing with. Greg had never been a Death Eater, but he knew that if he'd been a little older it would have been likely.
He looked at Megan, a little uncertain. In his experience, girls weren't really interested in Quidditch. Most of his friends at Hogwarts had come along to matches, but there had never been girls on the team while he'd been at school, and they'd always seemed to care more about the players as people than the actual flying. He knew there were women on league teams, though he generally considered them inferior to their male counterparts. "Do you follow Quidditch?" he asked, where he might have asked a man just 'who do you support?'.