"I have the highest confidence in your team darling, provided the heroics come to an end." It was a little known fact that Pansy Parkinson obsessively followed the Quidditch ranks, and could list the current standings if anyone asked. Appleby was currently in second place, even with Tutshill and Puddlemere tied for points. There was every possibility Appleby could finish in the championships.
Satisfied with that for an answer, and knowing she could find another date if Marcus' training interfered, but she hoped it wouldn't. "You're too good to me, Marcus. I'll send Nattie over with the details so you can get it on your calendar." And if he didn't have a calendar, she was happy to make on up for him. Pansy prized people who were organized.
And wasn't this just delightful, the way Marcus got all scowly and tense when she brought up Roger. "Oh, that's entirely too bad. He's very attractive, and it's been far too long since I've entertained a handsome Quidditch player on a personal level." She gave him an innocent grin. "Perhaps you could put in a good word for me? After all, he must thinking highly of you to have injured himself on your account."