Adrian outright snorted when the bottle cap went flying, having to pause in the middle of ladling food onto his plate to keep from spilling it everywhere. It probably wasn't polite, but Angelina's reaction was too amusing. Once he had all the food he wanted to start with, Adrian sat back, pulling his legs up onto the couch again and crossing them at the ankles. He was turned so that he could face Angelina. "Gryffindor has always put together a good side," he said with a wink in her direction. "Even when I was playing opposite, I could see that. The Weasleys certainly aren't short on talent. I think things are going to be interesting this season, with only three years' students. The pool's a bit smaller to choose from. At the same time, I think there are more than a few players returning. I'm not sure many of them are so keen on training with me." He gave her a wry smile. "I wore green and silver for too long." That gave him an idea. "Maybe I'll have you along to training with me sometime. You can give them all a character reference."
He was only half-joking. The truth was that he would enjoy it if Angelina tagged along with him. She could be a second pair of eyes on the field, as well as give her mind something to do. Being outdoors did a lot for the trapped feeling so many were experiencing. There was space to breathe, out there.
"I'd be all right training with you, too, if you want. Might be good to stay in shape, especially if we're going to be eating like this often." On that note, Adrian took his first mouthful of their dinner and mmm'd loudly enough to embarrass anyone else. The food was so good, though. He'd skipped lunch as well, too happy to be back on a broom and not experiencing vertigo quite as frequently when he executed various maneuvers. If nothing else, the Arrows could marvel at the significant increase in his speed, when he got back to them.
As far as the advanced training went, Ginny Weasley had been the only one to bite to date. He had yet to meet with her. It was a start, anyway. If her playing improved during the sessions, more people would likely be interested.
"I haven't had a proper partner either for or against, since the accident," he explained, a few minutes later. "None of my cousins are even remotely interested in Quidditch." A tragedy, really. "My mother played for Quiberon for years, but she's given up flying. There's only so much you can do on your own. Not much passing or dodging bludgers, you know?" Training with the students would be helpful as well.