Megan actually found the jacket vaguely comforting, running a hand softly down one of the sleeves. She chuckled a bit, “Your jacket almost looks like the one Mum used to wear when I was younger. It was a tent of a jacket, but she loved it. It was so old, think it must have come from a used shop or something.” Megan shook her head at the memory, what a random thing to remember at the moment.
“Mum and I used to play chess when I was younger, I got sick a lot so I didn’t go out when it was too rainy or too cold and she’d make hot chocolate and we’d play. I’ve always been fond of Mexican, any sort of nacho like thing really.” She tried to think of other things to say, “I’ve never even seen a muggle car in person and… I might be the only person in my year who didn’t want to play quidditch. I’m not afraid of heights, but I just don’t like brooms.”