Melinda listened to them talk. Marietta didn't seem like the culinary type, but who was she to judge? Cho and Pig knew her better, after all, even after seven years in the same dormitory with the girl.
As the conversation lapsed slightly, she sat up straighter. "Oooh, look it's a Weasley," she said, pointing. "Which one do you think it is? I never could tell them apart."