"Yeah," Gian nodded when Nico accurately guessed his surname. He glanced behind him at the woman and her puffskein-filled bag, giving a shrug. "That's the bit that you find worth commenting on?" Gian asked. The queue seemed a lot more fucking boring than the woman in with the live animal in her bag who thought to ask it about its opinions on paella. Gian was going to be thoroughly disappointed if in the end it turned out that he should've struck up a conversation with her instead of Nico.
The queue didn't appear to be moving very fast, so maybe Gian could try his luck with her later if the conversation with Nico didn't work out. "You chase for Puddlemere, right? Is summer holidays super boring for you or is it like all training and shit?" Gian knew a few quidditch players and it seemed very much down to a personal opinion rather than anything else.