A little surprised by her declaration, Greg nodded. "I used to play Beater," he added. Honestly, he preferred watching to playing, he'd never been much good on a broom. Apparently that particular gene had bypassed his branch of the family tree. Still, Draco and Greg's mother had both instilled in him a certain level of pride at making the Slytherin team, and so he mentioned it.
Greg pulled his coffee towards him, taking a sip just to check it was sweet enough before choosing to let it cool a bit. He felt less angry already, but he still kept an eye on the men who'd so annoyed him. "Who do you support then? The Harpies?" The Harpies were Greg's least favourite team in the league, and he didn't have much respect for their fans.