Megan remanined standing as she leaned on the bar next to Greg and listened to him openly. The news of him being Marcus Flint's cousin was an interesting one. She absently wondered if they were close or simply familial with loyalty. Megan had only chatted with Flint a few times during quidditch galas, but nothing of a regularly deep connection was formed. All she could note was that it was always fun playing against Falmouth simply because there was always some excitement to the game.
She offered a smile at Greg's question before answering "You could say I live, eat, and sleep quidditch. There's no other sport like it, right?" As the coffee and water arrived she offered quick thanks to the bartender and tended her drink. For whatever reason she'd decided she'd leave out the part where she played professionally. It was more fun that way.