"I wish. She disappeared, wartime. Haven't heard from her since. She was Muggleborn, y'know." And he'd tried, really, to contact the feisty witch that had really kept him and Fred in line, but owls had come back with the same notes he'd sent out.
He picked up the fresh drink and swirled it in the glass, then downed half or so.
"I'll find someone though. So. Pride worth a wager lately? Got a pair of tickets off a supplier the other day. Thought I might catch a match if they're worth a look..."
Of course they would be, but it was always a bit of fun, working Al up over her team.