Katie brushed his complaint aside. "I was drunk," she said, shrugging. "It's not like I was even aware of what was going on." Sadly, that wasn't even a little bit true. She'd been drunk but she'd known exactly what she was doing and was still sad she hadn't gone through it. It wasn't exactly something she'd broadcast. "You would never allow it?" she laughed, shaking her head. "Nothing wrong with gingers. And, I would never allow it." She looked him over, amused. "You'll end up with a pretty, petite blonde who's the perfect society princess and you'll be adorable together." Isn't that what all purebloods ended up with?
She wasn't surprised when he decided on magical. She held onto his jacket as he grabbed her arm, letting him apparate them to wherever they were going. She raised a brow at the seedy looking restaurant. She didn't come to Knockturn Alley, ever. "Merlin," she muttered, rolling her eyes. "You're going to make me the most hated witch in Quidditch." She was nearly there after 'breaking' Oliver Wood's heart. Which, in her opinion, was complete bullshite.
As they headed inside, she glanced around, brow raised. She stood out like a bloody sore thumb. The other patrons were dressed nicely and she was in jeans. Even the host was eying her disdainfully. "God," she muttered, crossing her arms, shifting slightly closer to Marcus. "They look like they're going to eat me alive." Some of the younger girls were glaring at her, clearly wishing her dead as they wished they were the ones with Marcus Flint. Great.