Katie stuck out her tongue, moving off the desk and around to pick up her kit. She had a hoodie on and jeans. That was good enough for her and for Marcus Flint. Tossing her bag over her shoulder she grinned. "I don't have the stats yet, old man," she teased. "Next year, your arse is mine." She had no doubt in her abilities and watching him fly and learning his technique? She planned on knocking him out. She patted his cheek as she walked by. "It's okay Marcus. Everyone gets old." She shot him an amused smile, brushing by him. Her stomach growled and she shook her head. She'd had a huge lunch and she was starving.
"Like I'd ever date you," she said, rolling her eyes. "And you're paying for life. You took a floo call during sex." She gave him a look, eyes wide and innocent. "Who does that?" Not that she really expected him to pay but it was fun ribbing him about it. She'd managed to make him pay the last few times. Now it was just a game for her to see if she could keep it up.
"Are we going muggle or magical?" she asked, as they headed out of the facilities. "Are we going to cause gossip being seen eating together?" Of course they would. Anytime they conversed outside of Quidditch, they were dating. Or shagging. Or whatever. Sadly, none of that was the case. She really ought to just sleep with him and get it over with. All the pain but none of the glory. "I want a steak..." she said, glancing at him. "Wherever we go. With potatoes. Preferably mashed."