Cormac McLaggen is probably plotting your demise (mclager) wrote in novsila_rpg,
Emilia and Mac
"Sure I did." he shrugged his massive shoulders a bit and drank a little more from his glass. He knew he shouldn't have much more than he'd had, but that just seemed to be the way the night was going, and he could live with that. "Besides, any longer and that guy might not have had teeth." Okay, yup, what was left of Mac's verbal filter was gone. However, at least he knew that Emilia would be somewhat used to that by now. He'd been in way worse condition in her presences before.
"Having fun?" he asked, thankful that she hadn't brought up the match. Actually, this was probably one of a few people where he didn't have to talk quidditch at all if he didn't want to. So, that was good at least. "How's the bakery going?" yup, furthest thing he could think of from that bloody terrible match...oh...people would die next week...he drank a little bit more to stop that thought process for the moment.