With a large basket of onion rings (and perhaps other deep fried vegetables), Eric dove into the food in front of him like he had not eaten in a while. His parents talking at him from all sides the previous weekend, on top of his inconsistent hours at the Ministry, tore him down more than usual. Usually Eric found himself in a more chipper mood, but not this time.
After burping, Eric turned to the voice. He did not keep up with Quidditch one bit—rugby was Eric's sport, and he was in decent shape because of it—so Marcus Flint's grandeur and awe-inspiring presence in the pub was lost on Eric completely. It was hard enough to keep up with every individual working at the Ministry, which meant deciding if they were worthwhile or not because of their alliance (mostly, however, Eric simply enjoyed pressing buttons around them like he had Rodolphus Lestrange since he hated that wizard very much).
"Arrogance and self-awareness rarely go hand-in-hand," Eric said, taking a swig from the beer, "but tonight I'm making an exception. For once, I've decided to make my life an open book and become vulnerable just to see who wants to take advantage of me. I'm up for a bit of adventure," he replied, a smirk on his face.