He wondered breifly what was stopping her, but he had a feeling it was personal so he didn't bother asking. He had to chuckle when she yelled at the television. Outside of Quidditch, you didn't find very many Witches interested in sports and it was entertaining to watch her watch the game. He was still watching her when she turned and looked at him.
"I usually go when I'm home," he responded, his eyes moving away from her and back to the screen. He hadn't meant for this conversation to get serious, but it was starting to for him. He loved his job, but some days it really got in the way. "I haven't been home in a while."
"So," he continued, changing the direction of their conversation. "If your Grandfather was a huge Tottenham fan does that make you one as well? Or you've got some other team hidden up your sleeve?"