"Yeah. Some of my friends play Quidditch. My best mate is on the same team as Flint. I don't really know him too well other than that connection," he added as a means to explain his presence at the party.
Ken wasn't trying to be stiff. He was just a bit out of his element. He was more comfortable shooting pool at a low key bar than he was at some party with a bunch of women who were obvious Quidditch groupies. "Eh. Knowing them they'll try to get me to drink a lot more regardless." He took another sip of his drink and looked over at her. There was a distinct difference between her and the majority of women in the room. "To be honest, you seem a bit out of your element as well. Compared to the other women in the room you stand out, and in a good way." He meant that as a compliment and he hoped she didn't take it the wrong way.