Meghan could see the pained look on George's face from several feet away. She couldn't blame him for the expression, for looking like he wanted to be anywhere but there with the orage haired woman in bright pink robes.
Approaching the situation might not have been her best move, but she couldn't help creeping closer, that old Ravenclaw curiosity wanting to know just what they were conversing about.
"THAT is a myth. No self respecting hag would eat babies! We haven't in centuries! There's a rich and varied history about hags, you know, and the books just write us off. . ."
Wow. She was suddenly regretting her decision to investigate and she felt an odd compulsion to rescue the young man from her, as well. It was a shame she wasn't always good at making up excuses on the fly.
"Hey, er... I really need you for something.. over... there..." she tried, pointing far, far away from the oddity in front of them. "Sorry, Miss, but it's a bit of an emergency and I'm going to have to steal your friend here away."
Maybe that was laying it on a little thick, but she should get points for the effort, at least, right?